“Hi, man,” he cried angrily, “what are ye doing?”
“Shure,” said Mike, “I’m boring another hole, bedad, to let the water out!”
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A servant went to consult a fortune-teller, and she returned wailing dismally.
“Did she predict some great trouble?” her mistress asked, sympathetically.
“Och! mum, sich terrible news,” moaned Norah, rocking backward and forward, wringing her hands. “She tould me that my father wurks hard for a living shoveling coals and tending foires.”
“But that’s no disgrace or sorrow,” said her mistress, a trifle vexed.
“Och! mum, my poor father,” sobbed Norah, “he’s bin dead these noine years!”