"Faith, I'm afraid he'd only set the dogs at me. If he asks me how you made your money, what'll I say?"
"Tell him I am a master thief, and that there is no one equal to me in the three kingdoms; that I am worth a thousand pounds, and all taken from the biggest rogues unhanged. Speak to him when the young lady is by."
"It's a droll message you're sending me on: I'm afraid it won't end well."
The old man came back in two hours.
"Well, what news?"
"Droll news, enough. The lady didn't seem a bit unwilling: I suppose it's not the first time you spoke to her; and the squire laughed, and said you would have to steal the goose off o' the spit in his kitchen next Sunday, and he'd see about it."
"O! that won't be hard, any way."
Next Sunday, after the people came from early Mass, the squire and all his people were in the kitchen, and the goose turning before the fire. The kitchen door opened, and a miserable old beggar man with a big wallet on his back put in his head.
"Would the mistress have anything for me when dinner is over, your honour?"
"To be sure. We have no room here for you just now; sit in the porch for a while."
"God bless your honour's family, and yourself!"
Soon some one that was sitting near the window cried out, "Oh, sir, there's a big hare scampering like the divil round the bawn. Will we run out and pin him?"
"Pin a hare indeed! much chance you'd have; sit where you are."
