Sure if ye had on a beaver hat ye'd look like a lawyer or a statesman.

Boy! How delighted Michael Henry will be! Come on now.

The table is spread and the feast is waiting.

Mind ye, give a good clap when I come in with the guest." We went below and the table was very grand with its great frosted cake and its candles, in shiny brass sticks, and its jellies and preserves with the gleam of polished pewter among them.

Mrs.Hacket and all the children, save Ruth, were waiting for us in the dining-room.
"Now sit down here, all o' ye, with Michael Henry," said the schoolmaster.