“Wall,” sez I, “you’ll do well if you do that.”
And I didn’t make no moves to break it up, and we wuz soon a-ridin’ through the beautiful green country. And we seen on each side on us “sweet fields arrayed in livin’ green.”
Never wuz there sech velvety grass, and the roads wuz as smooth and as hard as a pavement.
Stun walls run along, with their soft, gray color, and anon a hedge, birds, and flowers would break the seen. And little, low cottages covered with vines dotted the landscape here and there; and now and then a chapel would point its spire up into the blue overhead.
Once in awhile a queer rig with seats rigged out back to back, drawed by horses, and full of folks, and once in awhile a smaller cart drawed by a donkey, and once in awhile a woman with a red or blue cloak and a white cap, and a man with short pantaloons and coat.
And so we rid on, green underneath, blue overhead, until we arrived in Cork.
Wall, we put up at the Imperial Hotel. Everything wuz clean and sweet about the house, and we had plenty to eat, and that wuz good. It wuz indeed a comfort. And the waiters wuz dretful civil and eager to please.
It beats all, the difference in their actions here and in Jonesville.
I’ve had Irish wimmen work for me who seemed to look down on me, and accepted their dollar a day hautily; but here they would thankfully receive their sixpence a day, and treat you like a lady, too, which is more ’n half the battle.
Queer, hain’t it? But human nater is human nater, and even a little child, if she has been tyranized over by her Ma, will misuse her dolly or the cat. I spoze that trait in nater can’t be helped from caperin’ when it gits a chance.