. St. Nicholas [serial]. imsilf up accordin toagramint, an put him un-dher a milkpan on theflure, wid a big sthone onthe top for a solid foundation. Thin sheshouldhered a shpade an med shtraight for thetrisure field. But, begorra/ she cud scarce belave hereyes at the sight that mit her whin she gotthere. The field wor covered from ind to ind,an from cinter to diamether, wid little hapes avearth, each wid a turf on top exactly like thewan she med the night afore. Millia murther! she screamed. Chatin!roguery ! rascality ! villainy ! siz she. Thimthaves the Little People have bin here thenight an
. St. Nicholas [serial]. imsilf up accordin toagramint, an put him un-dher a milkpan on theflure, wid a big sthone onthe top for a solid foundation. Thin sheshouldhered a shpade an med shtraight for thetrisure field. But, begorra/ she cud scarce belave hereyes at the sight that mit her whin she gotthere. The field wor covered from ind to ind,an from cinter to diamether, wid little hapes avearth, each wid a turf on top exactly like thewan she med the night afore. Millia murther! she screamed. Chatin!roguery ! rascality ! villainy ! siz she. Thimthaves the Little People have bin here thenight an chated me out av me hard-aimedgould. I 11 niver find it undher all thim hapes,av I dig for a cintury, siz she. An she ran about the field like wan pos-sessed, shtumblin over the hapes an flingin theturves around, thryin to find the idintical shpotshe marked the pravious afthernoon. But itstands to sinse she cud nt. The Little Peoplewor too cunnin for that. Ivery hape wor asmuch like his brother as two pays, an av coorse. 1904] MISTRESS FLYNN AND THE POT OF GOLD. 693 it wor onpossible to indicate a turf, wid thou-sands av em shtuck all over the field likeplums in a puddin. At all evints, siz she, I 11 take it out avthat decavin little vilyun at home. siz she. I 11 tache him to chate me out av me tri-sure, siz she. I 11 mark a shpot on him thathe wont be apt to mistake. An she totthered tords home agin, wid herlimbs thrimblin undher her, brathin dipridationan vingince on him. T is no good me tellin ye, honeys, for yewont belave me! But whin she got home, anlifted the pan, there wor nt enough lift undherit to fill a crack in the eye av a needle. TheLittle Man wor gone! She sated hersilf on the flure, an wailed anlaminted like a keener at a wake. An all overthe house — undher the bidstead, an in thecorners, an among the crockery, an up thechimleys — she cud hear the Little Peopledancin and patterin, and lapin about andmockin her wid lafture an mirriment at thecliver way they d
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