I told her that I was not a professional, looking all the while at the pretty one, but she suggested that I take all three waitresses just for fun, and in order to get the beauty at any cost I assented, and the girls stood in expectant attitudes.
A String of Fishermen, Galway
The beauty was so luscious looking that the other two were simply obliterated in the finder, and I felt myself lucky at having such a chance to carry away a permanent impression of Irish maidenhood.
My hand was raised to the lever, in another instant the face would be mine, but just then the door opened and a man came in to buy a measly sandwich.
One of the girls left the group—I could see that in the finder, but I snapped hastily and then looked up.
It was the beauty.
I have the other two. They are undeveloped.
In the Claddagh a pretty little child came up to me and asked me to take her "piccher," hoping for some coppers in payment.