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"THE ZOOLYOGICAL GARDEN".
Patsy Kernaghan regarded Tralee as a kind of Lost Paradise, for the most part because it had passed from the hands of a son of the Catholic Church into those of the "prayin' Methodys," as he called them, and also because he had a "black heart ag'in" Joel Mazarine.
The spark was struck in him with some vigour one day at Tralee.

It was caused by the flamboyant entrance of Mrs.Guise into the front garden, as the Young Doctor was getting into his buggy for the return journey to Askatoon, after attending Orlando, whose enforced visit to Tralee had already extended over a week.
"Aw, Doctor dear," said Patsy, as Orlando's mother fluttered into the garden like a gorgeous hen with wings outspread, her clothes a riot of contradictory colours, all of them insistently bright, "d'ye know what this place is--this terry firmy on which we stand, that's wan mile wan way, an' half a mile the other?
Ye don't?
Well, I'll tell ye: it's a zoolyogical gardin.

Is it like a human bein' she is, the dear ould wumman there?
Isn't she just some gay ould bird from the forests of the Equaytor, wherivir it is?
Look at the beautiful little white curls hanging down her cheek, tied with ribbon-pink ribbon too--an' the bonnet on her head! Did ye iver see anything like it outside a zoolyogical gardin?
Isn't it like the topknot of some fine old parakeet from Pernambukoko--and oh, Father Rainbow, the maginta dress of her! Now I tell you, Doctor dear, I tell you the truth, what I know! She wears hoops, she does, the same as y'r grandmother used to.

An' the bit of rose ribbon round her waist, hanging down behind--now I ask y'r anner, is it like a wumman at all?
See the face of her, with the little snappin' eyes an' the yellow beak of a nose, an' the sunset in her cheeks that's put on wid a painter's brush! Look at her trippin' about! Floatin'-- shure, that's what she's doin'! If you listened hard, you'd hear her buzzin'.