Give the tasty ould chap a wrinkle any day before a dimple, when he promotes them to be witches, as he did her.

Sure he was seen kissin' a ghost the other night near Crukanesker well, where the Davorens get their wather from.

O, thin, bedad, but Grace Davoren is a beauty all out; and maybe 'tis herself doesn't know it." "Go on with your story," said Woodward, rather dryly; "proceed." "Well, sir, there is Bet Harramount's face for you, and the rest of her figure wasn't sich as to disgrace it.

She was half bent wid age, wore an ould black bonnet, an ould red cloak, and walked wid a staff that was bent at the top, as it seems every witch must do.

Where she came from nobody could ever tell, for she was a black stranger in this part of the country.