“Yes, yes; I think she made an affidavit, if I remember rightly. Yes, yes—and the bacon,” said he, elevating his left hand, “six flitches I think there were; they used to be in this very room—”
“Ay, sure did ur,” said Mr. Bumpkin.
“Well I remember; they made a very splendid affidavit too: I have a note of all of them in my memory.”
“What coomed o’ the cows?”
“Cows? Yes—I have it—our leading counsel had them; and the calf, if I remember rightly, went to the junior.”
‘“Who had the cheeses?” inquired Mr. Bumpkin.
“Cheeses!” said the good man. “Oh, yes, the cheeses; they went in refreshers.”
“And the poor old donkey?” asked Mrs. Bumpkin.
“Ah, where be Jock?” said Mr. Bumpkin.
“Went for the opinion,” answered the lawyer.