But, I know my own know abeawt that.

Beside, one doesn't like to fill folk's meawths, iv one is ill off." It was now a little past noon, and we spent a few minutes looking through the Catholic schoolhouse, in Trinity Ward--a spacious brick building.

The scholars were away at dinner.

My friend is master of the school.

His assistant offered to go with us to one or two Irish families in a close wynd, hard by, called Wilkie's Court.