“Och sure! I am travelling the country with soft goods.”
“Are you going far?” said I.
“Merely to the village a little farther up, your honour.”
“I am going farther,” said I, “I am thinking of passing the night at the ‘Pump Saint.’”
“Well, then, I would just advise your honour to do no such thing, but to turn back with me to the village above, where there is an illigant inn where your honour will be well accommodated.”
“Oh, I saw that as I came past,” said I; “I don’t think there is much accommodation there.”
“Oh, your honour is clane mistaken; there is always an illigant fire and an illigant bed too.”
“Is there only one bed?” said I.
“Oh, yes, there are two beds, one for the accommodation of the people of the house and the other for that of the visitors.”
“And do the visitors sleep together then?” said I.