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her eyes and kind of moaning* X~nhandkerchiefs one eye, bats it
around tearfully over the stock; says—

* " And fhat might ye ask for that wan 1"

* " Thirty-nine dollars, madain," says I.

*** It's a foine big price, sure, but Pat shall be buried like a gin-
tleman, as he was, if I have to work me fingers off for it. I'll have
that wan, sor."

*" Yes, madam," says I, " and it is a very good one, too; not

' WHY, JUST LOOK AT IT.'
costly, to be sure, but in this life we must cut our garment to our
clothes, as the saying is." And as she starts out, I heave in, kind of
casually, " This one with the white satin lining is a beauty, but I am
afraid—well, sixty-five dollars is a rather—rather—but no matter, I
felt obliged to say to Mrs. O'Shaughnessy— "
*" D'ye mane to soy that Bridget Q'Shaughnessy bought the
mate to that joo-ul box to ship that dhrunken. divil to Piargatory
in?"
'" Yes, madam."