Old Trull was especially pestered by one woman, who stuck to him with a continuous whine of "_Pillitay, pillitay!_" He had already given her his jack-knife, and now borrowed it to cut off several of the brass buttons on his jacket.

But so far was she from being satisfied with this sacrifice, that she instantly began _pillitaying_ for the rest of them.

The old man thought that this was carrying the thing a little too far.
"Ye old jade!" he exclaimed, out of all patience.

"Ye'd beg me stark naked, I du believe!" But still the woman with outstretched hand cried "_Pillitay!_" Finally the old chap in pure desperation caught out his tobacco to take a chew.

Eying her a moment, he bit it off, and put the rest in her hand with a grim smile.