And such a whale barry! It had a whale on each side, as I'm a livin' sinner, mum and a cunnin' little whale in front, cocked 'way up intil the air, thot didn't touch nothin' at all--at all! There's no sich whale barrys as thot same in Ireland, me leddy!" "And what did you do with the lots of things brought on this wheel barrow ?" said I, now beginning to comprehend the girl.
"Put them on y'r bed, sure." "On my bed!" I exclaimed, in consternation.
"Sure, and didn't I remember the last words ye spake till me?
'Anna,' says ye,--'Anna, if ony thing is sent home for me, be sure till take it carefully up stairs and lay it on me bed.' And I did thot same.

Sure, I couldn't have found a nicer place, if I gone the house over." Turning from the girl, I hurried up stairs.
It was as I had too good reason to fear.

Such a sight as met my eyes! In the centre of my bed, with its snowy-white Marseilles covering, were piled "lots of things," and no mistake.

Sugar, tea, cheese, coffee, soap, and various other articles, not excepting a bottle of olive oil, from the started cork of which was gently oozing a slender stream, lay in a jumbled heap; while, on a satin damask-covered chair, reposed a greasy ham.

For a moment I stood confounded.