As soon as he could collect his scattered senses, he heard a voice exclaim, "What, ho! soul of O'Carrol, approach!"
"So I'm thravelin' without my trunk this time, any way," thought Corney, as he advanced toward the voice.
It continued, "Soul of a mortal, why hast thou sought our presence?"
"May it plaze yer majesty," Corney began to stammer out, "bekase I was a trifle unaisy in me mind."
"What about?"
"In regard of the scarcity of money, plaze your reverence."
"What is your trade?"
"A shoemaker, sir."
"Cobbler, you mean," said the voice, severely. "No lying here; recollect your poor, miserable, naked soul stands before us."
Corney thought of the height he'd have to fall, and trembled.