"Stoop down here. Straight forninst you, don't you see it as plain as a pikestaff?"
"See what?"
"That little red thing."
"Well, what of it?"
"See there, how it stirs. O murther! it's goin' to be off afore I can catch it. O murther! why did you come here at all, makin' a noise and frightenin' it away?"
"Frightenin' what, you big fool?"
"The Leprechaun there. Whisht! it is quiet agin!"
"May the d——l run a huntin' wid you for a big omadhaun; why, you born nath'ral, is it that red thing over there you mane?"
"Yis, to be sure it is; don't spake so loud, I tell you."
"Why, bad scran to you, you fool, it's a poppy it is, and nothin' else." And the old woman went over to the spot where it grew, and plucking it up by the roots threw it at Darby, with a great deal of abuse into the bargain, and bade him go mind his work, instead of being a "slindging vagabone, as he was."