Would I take employment, achora ?--ay, but where would I get it ?" "Could you work in a garden?
Do you know any thing about plants or flowers ?" "Oh thin, that I may never sup sarra (sorrow), but that's just what I'm fwhit fwhor." "I'm afeared this scoundrel is but an imposthor afther all," whispered Lanigan to the other servants; "but in ordher to make sure, we'll try him.

I say--what's this your name is ?" "Solvesther M'Bethershin, shir." "Well, now, would you have any objection to come with me to the garden and see I the gardener?
But hould, here he is.

Mr.Malcomson," continued Lanigan, "here is a poor man, who says he understands plants and flowers, and weeds of that kind." "Speak wi' reverence, Mr.Lanigan, o' the art o' gerdening.

Dinna ye ken that the founder o' the hail human race was a gerdener ?-Hout awa, moil; speak o' it wi' speck." "Upon my conscience," replied Lanigan, "whether he was a good gardener or not is more than I know; but one thing I do know, that he didn't hould his situation long, and mismanaged his orchard disgracefully; and, indeed, like many more of his tribe, he got his walkin' papers in double quick--was dismissed without a characther--ay, and his wife, like many another gardener's wife, got a habit of stalin' the apples.

However, I wish Mr.Malcomson, that you, who do undherstand gardenin', would thry this fellow, because I want to know whether he's an imposthor or not." "Weel," replied Malcomson, "I dinna care if I do.