to think where he can get it all."

"Why, you don't know at all what I could do by larnin'. It would be no
throuble to me to divide myself into two halves, an' argue the one agin
the other."

"You would, in throth, Dinny."

"Ay, father, or cut myself acrass, an' dispute my head, maybe, agin my
heels."

"Throth, would you!"

"Or practise logic wid my right hand, and bate that agin wid my left."

"The sarra lie in it."

"Or read the Greek Tistament wid my right eye, an thranslate it at the
same time wid my left, according to the Greek an' English sides of my
face, wid my tongue constrein' into Irish, unknownst to both o' them."

"Why, Denis, he must have a head like a bell to be able to get into
things."

"Throth an' he has that, an' 'ill make a noise in conthroversy yet, if
he lives. Now, Dinny, let us have a hate at histhory."

"A hate at histhory?--wid all my heart; but before we begin, I tell you
that I'll confound you precipitately; for you see, if you bate me in the
English, I'll scarify you wid Latin, and give you a bang or two of Greek