Tom tall--will Tom go to Big House--get bully dinnel--and Tom sleep under the stairs--eh?
Say aye, an' you be tall too." "To be sure, Tom; go into the house, and your cousin Larry Lanigan, the cook, will give you a bully dinner; and sleep where you like." The squire walked up and down the avenue in a thoughtful mood for some moments until another of our characters met him on his way towards the entrance gate.

This person was no other than Molly Mahon.
"Ha!" said he, "here is another of them--well, poor devils, they must live.

This, though, is the great fortune-teller.

I will try her." "God save your honor," said Molly, as she approached him and dropped a courtesy.
"Ah, Molly," said he, "you can see into the future, they say.

Well, come now, tell me my fortune; but they say one must cross your palm with silver before you can manage the fates; here's a shilling for you, and let us hear what you have to say." "No, sir," replied Molly, putting back his hand, "imposthors may do that, because they secure themselves first and tell you nothing worth knowin' afterwards.