They will search every spot, and the wealth I shall lose it.

But the old dame can help it, and she may not choose it."

"Och then it is you; Sir. I thought it was Ned."

"Och then it is you, sir? I thought it was Ned,"

Cried Meg, as she crept from her nook near the bed;

"For he's in such a pet of a passion to-day,

That I'm forced for peace sake to keep out of his way."

Then too entered Looney, who, panting for breath,

Had made up his mind to be in at the death.