Upon finding it out, he threatened to keep us in the stocks if we did not desist.

He went no farther than this, though; and so, every few days, we strolled down to the priest's residence, and had a mouthful to eat, and something generous to drink.

In particular, Dr.Long Ghost and myself became huge favourites with Pat's friend; and many a time he regaled us from a quaint-looking travelling case for spirits, stowed away in one corner of his dwelling.

It held four square flasks, which, somehow or other, always contained just enough to need emptying.

In truth, the fine old Irishman was a rosy fellow in canonicals.