6 DIGGING ‘A GRAVE

like to hear a neighbor’s child run down
- for nothing!” |

‘“¢ Neighbor’s child! ”’ repeated Peggy, while
she drew more tightly the ends of the hand-
_kerchief that circled her keen, yet good-
natured face, under her coal-box bonnet,
“ A fine ‘child’ Terence Boyd is, to be sure.
And where’s the neighborhood, Mary ?”

_ His mother and my grandmother, Peggy,
lived close beside the Seven Castles of Clon-
mines,— before either of us were born,— and
if that does not make us neighbors, I don’t
know what does, Peggy Byrne;” and she
drew up her little figure to its full _—
and tried to look delighted.

Peggy had a peculiar way of replying to
anything she either did not believe in or
disliked. She produced a peculiar sound
like thhah-tha! and tossed ‘her head —“ an
indignation toss,’ Mary called it. She

“thhad’’ and tossed her head more vigor- —