of his riverence to be afther the minding of a thrifle of a mistake. Ye may jist say, though (for it’s God’s thruth), that afore I left hould of the flipper of the spalpeen (which was not till afther her leddyship’s futman had kicked us both down the stairs), I giv’d it such a nate little broth of a squaze as made it all up into raspberry jam.
“Wouly-wou,” says he, “pully-wou,” says he—“Cot tam!”
And that’s jist the thruth of the rason why he wears his lift hand in a sling.