THE FILLING OF THE DITCH.
One Saturday Mike was working in the ditch up to his knees in water when My Lord came riding by. He saw his opportunity. He knew the law.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Making the drain, sor,” replied Pat, proudly, for it was a big thing he had undertaken.
“Who gave you permission to make a ditch on my land?” demanded My Lord. “My fine fellow, you have that dirt all back by Monday morning, or out you go.”