Andy, the description is correct; but I must say, that never in my life did I know a man to so knock the bottom out of romance as you have done in summing-up the lady's charms."
"Her charrums, is it? Be the powers! I only tuk what yer 'an'r tould me. An' so that's the girrul that id shute yer?"
"Yes! Andy. I think she would." I waited in expectation, but he said nothing. So I jogged his memory:—
"Well!" He looked at me in a most peculiar manner, and said slowly and impressively:—
"Thin I can sahtisfy yer 'an'r. There's no such girrul in all Knocknacar!" I smiled a smile of triumph:—
"You're wrong for once, Andy. I saw such a girl only yesterday, here on the top of this mountain, just where we're sitting now."
Andy jumped up as if he had been sitting on an anthill, and had suddenly been made aware of it. He looked all round in a frightened way, but I could see that he was only acting, and said:—
"Glory be to God! but maybe it's the fairies, it was, or the pixies! Shure they do say that there's lots an' lots an' lashins iv them on this hill. Don't ye have nothin' to say to thim, surr! There's only sorra follys thim. Take an ould man's advice, an' don't come up here any more. The shpot is dangerous to ye. If ye want to see a fine girrul go to Shleenanaher, an' have a good luk at Miss Norah in the daylight."
