"I'm the boy! Will this be the box ?" "That is it; but how will you take it ?" said Winthrop.
"Sure I'll carry it -- asy -- some kind of a way," said Michael, handling the trunk about in an unsettled fashion and seeming to meditate a hoist of it to his shoulders.

"Where will it go, sir-r ?" "Stop, -- that won't do -- that handle won't hold," said the trunk's master.

"Haven't you a wheelbarrow here ?" "Well that's a fact," said Michael, letting the end of the trunk down into the street with a force that threatened its frail constitution; -- "if the handle wouldn't hould, there'd be no hoult onto it, at all.

Here! -- can't you let us have a barrow, some one amongst ye?
-- I'll be back with it afore you'll be wanting it, I'll engage." Winthrop seconded the application; and the wheelbarrow after a little delay came forth.

The trunk was bestowed on it by the united efforts of the Irishman and the ostler.
"Now, don't let it run away from you, Pat," said the latter.
"It'll not run away from Michael, I'll engage," said that personage with a capable air, pulling up first his trowsers band and then the wheelbarrow handles, to be ready for a start.