like the gills of the fowls, and the sinews of the neck strained into basso-rilievo. Alternately she pointed to her mouth, or laid her knotted fingers on the blue bags in pretence of wiping tears. Entrenched behind the absorbed skin-terraces, a stump of purple tongue made efforts at speech. When she held out her claw, the woman understood and felt for her purse. Wolfishly the old hag snatched and put into her mouth the coin, and as the now merry driver, followed by Mag, came, she shook a warning claw at the giver, and flopped whining in the dust, her hands ostentatiously open and wiping dry eyes.
"'Ello Biddy, on ther booze again!"
The bottle bulging from his coat pocket made speech with him intelligible, despite the impeding coin.
He placed the bottle in the boot of the buggy, and, turning to Mag, said "Give ther poor ole cow a dose!"
"Yes, one in a billy; anything else might make her sick!" said Mag. "I caught 'er jus' now swiggin' away with ther tap in 'er mug!"
He asked his companion would she like a wet. She asked for water, and so great was her need, that,
