greeted, I read in his Irish face long rambles on the roads.
“Good-morning!”
“Good-mornin’, sorr!”
“You’re an old traveler?”
“I am, sorr.”
“Can you rakker Romanes?”
“I can, sorr!”
“Pen yer nav.” (Tell your name.)
“Owen ---, sorr.”
A brief conversation ensued, during which we ascertained that we had many friends in common in the puro tem or Ould Country. All at once a thought struck me, and I exclaimed,—