Jim had impatiently waited for this announcement, for he was anxious to have a long talk with Mike about the new house, the plans for which he had brought with him.
"Clear off yer table," said Jim, "an' peel yer eyes, Mike, for I'm goin' to show ye somethin' that'll s'prise ye." When his order was obeyed, he unrolled the precious plans.
"Now, ye must remember, Mike, that this isn't the house; these is plans, as Mr.Benedict has drawed.

That's the kitchen, and that's the settin'-room, and that's the cubberd, and that's the bedroom for us, ye know, and on that other paper is the chambers." Mike looked at it all earnestly, and with a degree of awe, and then shook his head.
"Jim," said he, "I don't want to bodder ye, but ye've jist been fooled.
Don't ye see that divil a place 'ave ye got for the pig ?" "Pig!" exclaimed Jim, with contempt.

"D'ye s'pose I build a house for a pig?
I ain't no pig, an' she ain't no pig." "The proof of the puddin' is in the atin', Jim; an' ye don't know the furrst thing about house-kapin'.

Ye can no more kape house widout a pig, nor ye can row yer boat widout a paddle.

I'm an owld house-kaper, Jim, an' I know; an' a man that don't tend to his pig furrst, is no betther nor a b'y.