"And where's my estates? plaze your holiness," says the Waiver, who always had a sharp look out after the main chance.
"Oh, I didn't forget that," says the king, "It's my royal pleasure to provide well for you, and for that raison I make you a present of all the dhraggins in the world, and give you power over thim from this out," says he.
"Is that all?" says the Waiver.
"All?" says the king, "why you ongrateful little vagabone, was the like ever given to any man before?"
"I believe not indeed," says the Waiver: "many thanks to your Majesty."
"But that is not all I do for you," says the king; "I'll give you my daughter too in marriage," says he.
Now you see that was nothin' more than what he promised the Waiver in his first promise; for by all accounts the king's daughter was the greatest dhraggin ever was seen, and had the divil's own tongue, and a beard a yard long, which she purtinded was put an her by way of a penance, by Father Mulcahy, her confissor; but it was well known was in the family for ages, and no wondher it was so long, by raison of that same.
SAMUEL LOVER.
THE END.
End of Project Gutenberg's Half-Hours with Great Story-Tellers, by Various