Will you be there tonight?
I wish to speak to you on very particular business." "Shiss; you _will_, dhin, wanst more ?" asked the other, significantly.
"I think so." "Shiss--ay--vary good.

Fwen will she come ?" "About eleven or twelve; so don't be from about the place anywhere." "Shiss---dhin--vary good.

Is dhat all ?" "That's all now.

Are your turf _dry_ or _wet_* to-day ?" * One method of selling Poteen is by bringing in kishes of turf to the neighboring markets, when those who are up to the secret purchase the turf, or pretend to do so; and while in the act of discharging the load, the Keg of Poteen is quickly passed into the house of him who purchases the turf .-- Are your turf wet or dry?
was, consequently, a pass- word.
"Not vary dhry," replied Ted, with a grin so wide that, as was humorously said by a neighbor of his, "it would take a telescope to enable a man to see from the one end of it to the other." Hycy nodded and laughed, and Ted, cracking his whip, proceeded up the town to sell his turf.
Hycy now sauntered about through the market, chatting here and there among acquaintances, with the air of a man to whom neither life nor anything connected with it could occasion any earthly trouble.

Indeed, it mattered little what he felt, his easiness of manner was such that not one of his acquaintances could for a moment impute to him the possibility of ever being weighed down by trouble or care of any kind; and lest his natural elasticity of spirits might fail to sustain this perpetual buoyancy, he by no means neglected to fortify himself with artificial support.