"I don't want one that can run." "Oh, dear!" said Mrs.Hogan, with a sigh, "they all begin to run, very airly.

Now Polly isn't owld, at all, at all." "I can see that," said I, "but I want one that you can put in a cradle--one that will have to stay there, when you put it in." It was plain that Mrs.Hogan's present stock did not contain exactly what I wanted, and directly Mrs.Duffy exclaimed! "There's Mary McCann--an' roight across the way!" Mrs.Hogan said "Yis, sure," and we all went over to a little house, opposite.
"Now, thin," said Mrs.Duffy, entering the house, and proudly drawing a small coverlid from a little box-bed in a corner, "what do you think of that ?" "Why, there are two of them," I exclaimed.
"To be sure," said Mrs.Duffy.

"They're tweens.

There's always two uv em, when they're tweens.

An' they're young enough." "Yes," said I, doubtfully, "but I couldn't take both.