And as I looked round the room I found myself entirely onbeknown to myself a-hummin’ over the “Last Rose of Summer,” and the “Meetin’ of the Waters,” and the “Harp that once through Tara’s Halls.”
That last one Tirzah Ann ust to sing a sight, and I always liked to hear it, though I never got it into my head jest who Mr. Tara wuz, or what line of business he wuz in.
Wall, knowin’ that Tirzah Ann would prize it so high, I bought some choclate drops of candy to take home to her.
They wuz as sweet as Moore’s poetry, and softer, some.
CHAPTER XI.
JOSIAH AS A BANSHEE.
Wall, Martin said that he should probble be asked if he had visited the Giant’s Causeway, so he thought we had better proceed to it to once. So we went directly from Dublin to Port Rush. We stayed there all night, and the next day we all went out on the electric car, for Martin said that he wanted Adrian to go, for in futer years he would probble be asked if he had been there. Adrian wuz tired out and didn’t want to go—he wuz real cross about it.
Alice told her Pa that Adrian said that he wouldn’t look at anything if he went, but Martin said that it would be better for him to go, even if he didn’t see anything, for then he could say that he had been there. So we all sot off—the way we went wuz a perfect sight and wonder in itself, for what power do you spoze it wuz that rolled the wheels that took us onwards?
It wuz all done by a waterfall at Bush Mills, a few milds away. The water that poured down from the hills is harnessed, as you may say, and made to carry us along.
Queer, hain’t it? And shows that you never can tell what will happen to you in the futer.