honor down a pair of them fine fat turkeys--I know his honor's fond
o' them; but that's not all,' says I--'do you wish to have a friend in
coort? I know you do. Well and good--he's drawing gravel to make a new
avenue early next week, so, Sheemus O'Shaughran, if you wish to have
two friends in coort--a great one and a little one'--manin' myself, God
pardon me, for the little one, your honor--'you will,' says I 'early on
next Monday mornin', send down a pair of horses and carts, and give him
a week's duty work. Then,' says I, 'lave the rest to _somebody_, for I
won't name names.'--No, your honor, I did'nt bring Hanlon in.--By the
same token, as a proof of it, there's young Bandy Shaughran, the son,
wid a turkey under aich arm, comin'up to the hall door."

* These were iniquitous exactions, racked from the poor
tenantry by the old landlords or their agents.

"Well," proceeded M'Clutchy, without a single observation, "did you call
on the Slevins?"

"Yes, sir; they're ready."

"The Magonnels?"

"Not ready, sir; but a pair of geese, and two men on next Thursday and
Saturday. On Friday they must go to market to buy two _slips_." (* young
pigs).

"Widow Gaffney?"

"Not ready, sir; but that I may never die in sin, a 'cute shaver."