UNDER THE WATER SKY. 75.

“Neither boast nor be foolish, Michael,”
the woman reproved. “ As for dancing, do not
atlemipt ttl i

The boy whispered:

“ Her servant is the Shamrock gardener;
he also plants the four-leaf clovers that, when
plucked, bring good luck to people.”

“Where is the Miss who freed my cousin’s
father’s nephew’s uncle’s son?” queried Mother
Grumble. ‘Ah, there she is,” she continued,
eying Bisie, Come here:

Elsie approached, thinking she might offend
her host should she not do so.

“What is your name?” Mother Grumble
asked. ;

welsicdece.

“Elsie Lee. Ah, yes! I once knew a hand-
some man named Lee. He was drowned in
bathing, and it was said the fishes ate him.
Do you know, you are under water. I should
not be surprised to hear at any time that the
fishes had eaten you.”

This conversation made Elsie feel decidedly
uncomfortable.

“ Here is my domestic,” the elderly woman

said, pointing at the old man. “Do you know
him?”