Lady (writes again, and repeats). Lost, strayed, or stolen. A cur—(Knock at the door.) Come! (Lays down pen.)
Enter Mrs. Mulligan.
Mrs. Mulligan. An’ is it yourself lost a dog, thin?
Lady (eagerly). Yes. A small, white, curly, silky dog. Have you seen him?
Mrs. Mulligan. Och, no. But’t was barkin’ all night he was, behint th’ ’ouse. An’ the b’ys,—that’s me Pat an’ Tim, they drooned him, mum, bad luck to ’em, in the mornin’ arly.
Lady. And did you see him?
Mrs. Mulligan. No, shure.
Lady. And where is he now?
Mrs. Mulligan. O, it’s safe he is, Pat tould me, to the bottom o’ No Bottom Pond, mum.
Lady. And how do you know ’t is my dog?