A Misunderstanding.—His Master. "Did you take those boots of mine to be soled, Larry?" Irish Valet. "I did, sor, and see the thrifle the blag'yard gave me for'm!—'said they were purty nigh wore through!!"
Irish Ingenuity.—Saxon Tourist. "What on earth are you lowering the shafts for?" (He has just found out that this manœuvre is gone through at every ascent.) Car-Driver. "Shure, yer 'onner, we'll make 'm b'lave he's goin' down hill!"