As for our food, we have bacon and eggs, with coffee made, I should think, of brown beans and liquorice, for breakfast; a bit of sloppy chicken, or fish and potato, with custard pudding or stewed rhubarb, for dinner; and a cold supper of--oh! anything that occurs to Molly at the last moment.

Nothing ever occurs either to Molly or Oonah at any previous moment, and in that they are merely conforming to the universal habit.

Last week, when we were starting for Valencia Island, the Ballyfuchsia stationmaster was absent at a funeral; meantime the engine had 'gone cold on the engineer,' and the train could not leave till twelve minutes after the usual time.

We thought we must have consulted a wrong time-table, and asked confirmation of a man who seemed to have some connection with the railway.

Goaded by his ignorance, I exclaimed, "Is it possible you don't know the time the trains are going ?" "Begorra, how should I ?" he answered.