It is a stun about as big as Josiah's hat, let down below the floor, so's you have to stoop way down to even see it, let alone kissin' it.
Josiah wuz very anxious to kiss it, but I frowned on the needless expense.
Sez I, "Men don't _need_ to kiss it; Blarney is born in 'em, as you may say, and is nateral nater to 'em." Sez he, "But it is so stylish to embrace it, Samantha, and it only costs ten cents." [Illustration: "But it is so stylish, Samantha, and it only costs ten cents."] "But," I sez firmly, "you hain't a-goin' to kiss no chunk of Chicago stun, Josiah Allen, or pay out your money for demeanin' yourself." Sez I, "The original Blarney stun is right there in its place in the tower of Blarney Castle in Ireland.

It hain't been touched, and couldn't be." "I don't believe that Lady Aberdeen would allow no sech works to go on," sez he.
Sez I, "Lady Aberdeen can't help herself.

How can a minister keep the hull of his congregation from lyin' ?" Sez I, "She is one of the nicest wimmen in the world--one of the few noble ones that reach down from high places, and lift up the lowly, and help the world.

I don't spoze she knows about the Blarney stun.

And don't you go to tellin' her," sez I severely, "and hurt her feelin's." Sez he, in a morbid tone, "We hain't been in the habit of visitin' back and forth, and probable if we wuz, you'd tell her before I could if you got a chance.