"
"Well, but, Barney, I would rather you would let me know it in the first
place."
"So I will, sir. Well, then, there was a witch-woman, by name one Bet
Harramount, and on the surface of God's earth, blessed be his name!
there was nothin' undher a bonnet and petticoats so ugly. She was pitted
wid the small-pox to that degree that you might hide half a peck of
marrowfat paise (peas) in her face widout their being noticed; then the
sanies (seams) that ran across it were five-foot raspers, every one of
them. She had one of the purtiest gooseberry eyes in Europe; and only
for the squint in the other, it would have been the ornament of her
comely face entirely; but as it was, no human bein' was ever able to
decide between them. She had two buck teeth in the front of her mouth
that nobody could help admirin'; and, indeed, altogether I don't wondher
that the devil fell in consate wid her, for, by all accounts, they
say he carries a sweet tooth himself for comely ould women like Bet
Harramount. Give the tasty ould chap a wrinkle any day before a dimple,
when he promotes them to be witches, as he did her.
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