The younger men find it more profitable to sell it at once, and to wear, instead of the old bawneens, shirts called flannel which are brought over from cotton-spinning Lancashire, and sold in the shops.

The younger women think that they look prettier in gowns made artfully by the local dressmaker out of feeble materials got up to catch the eye.

If now and then, for the sake of real warmth, one of them makes a petticoat of the old crimson flannel, it is kept so short that, save in very heavy rain, it can be concealed.

Unfortunately, while these old-fashioned profits are vanishing, Mr.Quinn finds it very hard to increase the other branch of his business.

The fabrics which he makes are good, so good that he finds it difficult to sell them in the teeth of competition.