I whistled and Hen responded.
"I'll bate ye two chanies, Hen, that I know what ye've got fur dinner!"
"I'll bate ye!" said Hen, "show yer chanies!"
"Show yours!" said I.
Hen had none, but I volunteered to trust him.
"Go on now, guess!" said he.
"Pirtas an' broth!" said I.
"Yer blinked, ye cabbage head, we've got two yards ov thripe forby!"
I carried two quarts to as many neighbors. Mary carried three. As they were settling down to dinner Arthur Gainer arrived with his mother's contribution. Jamie sampled it and laughed outright.
"An oul cow put 'er feet in it," he said. Anna took a taste.