“To her ladyship, the mistress,” said he, “and I’ll sarve you by day and by night.”
Poor Pat! you were a good-hearted creature naturally, as most of your countrymen are, if repealers, patriots, and demagogues of all sorts and sizes, would only let you alone. Yes, there is a great charm in that word “Mr.”
So, sais I, “Mr Jackson!”
“Yes, Sir,” said he.
“Let me look at your bugle.”
“Here it is, your Honour.”
“What a curious lookin’ thing it is,” sais I, “and what’s all them little button-like things on it with long shanks?”
“Keys, Sir,” said he.
“Exactly,” sais I, “they unlock the music, I suppose, don’t they, and let it out? Let me see if I could blow it.”
“Try the pipes, Mr Slick,” said Peter. “Tat is nothin’ but a prass cow-horn as compared to the pagpipes.”