There was a friend of my own one time that had a match made up for his son with a girl that had a good fortune.

But there was only one leg on her, and he was terrible feared that the boy'd never take her if he found it out.

There wasn't one in the place, only myself, that knew the way the girl was on account of her father living away beyond the bog.

Do you think I said the word?
I did not.

And the boy was well enough pleased at the latter end." "In this particular case," said Meldon, "you'll have to do rather more than keep your mouth shut.