Find some one that'll take you off of my hands; that'll put a house over your head--give you a bit to ait, an' a rag to put on you; an' may God pity him that's doomed to get you! If the woeful state of the country, an' the hunger an' sickness that's abroad, an' that's comin' harder an' faster on us every day, can't tame you or keep you down, I dunna what will.

I'm sure the black an' terrible summer we've had ought to make you think of how we'll get over all that's before us! God pity you, I say again, an' whatever poor man is to be cursed wid you!" "Keep your pity for them that wants it," replied the other, "an' that's not me.

As for God's pity, it isn't yours to give, and even if it was, you stand in need of it yourself more than I do.

You're beginning to praich to us now that you're not able to bait us; but for your praichments an' your baitins, may the divil pay you for all alike!--as he will--an' that's my prayer." A momentary gush of the step-mother's habitual passion overcame her; she darted at her step-daughter, who sprung to her limbs, and flew at her in return.

The conflict at first was brief, for the powerful strength of the elder female soon told.