have fallen from his chair. "So you've got Larry's shoes on--"

"And very well he fills them," said Jack.

"And it's his honer that's welcome to 'em," said Larry, grinning from
ear to ear now that he saw that "the masther" was once more in a good
humour.

"I hope they'll be nice shoes for dancing," said Kate.

"Only there's one down at the heel I know," said Tizzy.

"The servant's shoes!" This was an exclamation made by the maiden
lady, and intended apparently only for her brother's ear. But it was
clearly audible by all the party.

"Better that than no dinner," said Peter.

"But what are you to do about the dancing?" said Fanny, with an air
of dismay on her face which flattered me with an idea that she did
care whether I danced or no.

In the mean time Larry, now as happy as an emperor, was tripping
round the room without any shoes to encumber him as he withdrew the
plates from the table.

"And it's his honer that's welcome to 'em," said he again, as he
pulled off the table-cloth with a flourish. "And why wouldn't he,
and he able to folly the hounds betther nor any Englishman that iver
war in these parts before,--anyways so Mick says!"