One dreary evening in October, Larry returned from his day’s wandering with the squire over the bleak bogs, and although it rained, and the wind blew bitterly, he appeared in much better spirits than was usual with him on similar occasions. His wife wondered, and made more than usual preparations to please him. She trimmed the fire, and assisted him in taking off his dripping clothes, and then commenced pouring out her sympathy for his sufferings.
“Oh, never mind,” said Larry; “I have good news.”
“Arrah, sit down,” said Betty, “and tell us what it is.”
Larry sat down, and putting his hand in his pocket, pulled out a glittering gold coin.
“Arrah, Larry, avourneen, what’s that?” asked the woman.
“Faith, it’s a rale yellow boy, a good goold guinea,” replied Larry. “The squire gev it to me, and tould me to buy a pair of brogues with it, and drink his health with the balance.”
“Och, musha! then, long life to him,” vociferated Betty; “and, Larry, a-hagur, will you buy the brogues?”
“Faix and I will,” said Larry, “and another rattling pair for yourself, a-chorra.”
“Ay, daddy, and another pair for me,” shouted young Larry.
“And another for me,” cried Thady.