priest's temper, at a station, generally rises or falls according to the
prospect of his cheer.

Here, however, a little vista, or pantry, jutting out from the kitchen,
and left ostentatiously open, presented him with a view which made his
very nose curl with kindness. What it contained we do not pretend to
say, not having seen it ourselves; we judge, therefore, only by its
effects upon his physiognomy.

"Why, Phaddhy," he says, "this is a very fine house you've got over
you;" throwing his eye again towards a wooden buttress which supported
one of the rafters that was broken.

"Why then, your Reverence, it would not be a bad one," Phaddhy replied,
"if it had a new roof and new side-walls; and I intend to get both next
summer, if God spares me till then."

"Then, upon my word, if it had new side-walls, a new roof, and new
gavels, too," replied Father Con, "it would look certainly a great
deal the better for it;--and do you intend to to get them next summer,
Paddy?"

"If God spares me, sir."

"Are all these fine gorsoons yours, Phaddhy?"

"Why, so Katty says, your Reverence," replied Phaddhy, with a
good-natured laugh.

"Haven't you got one of them for the church, Phaddhy?"