"Did you meet any fairies on your way?" asked Nanse, the housemaid. For
about half a minute Barney did not reply; but at length, looking about
him, he started--
"Eh? What's that? Who spoke to me?"
"Who spoke to you?" replied Nanse. "Why, I think you're beside yoursel'--I
did."
"What did you say, Nanse? I am beside myself."
There was now a sudden cessation in all the culinary operations, a
general pause, and a rapid congregating around Barney, who still sat
looking solemnly into the fire.
"Why, Barney, there's something strange over you," said the cook.
"Heaven help the poor boy; sure, it's a shame to be tormentin' him this
way; but in the name of goodness, Barney, and as you have a sowl to be
saved, will you tell us all? Stand back, Nanse, and don't be torturin'
the poor lad this way, as I said."
"Biddy," said Barney, his mind still wandering, and his eyes still fixed
on the fire--"Biddy, darlin', will you hand me that de-canther agin; I
find I'm not aquil to it. Heaven presarve us! Heaven presarve us! that's
it; now hand me the wather, like an angel out of heaven, as you are,
Bid.
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