Oursexves?—By Anne Observer, 'The quota, Press, Belfast his ig a very charming little Seiy' naw TNT" pages. Te consists although it is very slight and
ile chapters, each containing a fenarate ive story or incident. {s'yritten In Ireland about the Irish, one reason why" Tt is s0 very attractive is that it doesnt seem written {0 amuse. the. English, thougln that may be Just the author's art "The style fs effortless, and you fate transported to. Ireland' to spend fu hour with the Trish, without the tinnoying voice of guide to underline the Paddyisms. Iced the story {old by the talkative stewardess tei-Ing of the night when a. baby, was born during the cresting The Captain, asked sector on boar, ana there Sede Pa tet you who fk, Air! Dash of Soke, aid She Peri? oaked woud she thin ba hand, but he thank Joul"ine "excused. here because Bie nana experience!
"And then there ts the sad story of fs, Bland who, in spite of his sore Punled" Wimgall 10 attend the fancrel of Mrs, Green, his nelghfours wite, He. walked 20, slowly that he met the cortege-on its way. Now this is. awful" thought he," surely didn't think Td been 0s sow tat~but its so much read. oft ime it its nothing else". S0 he fell in' with the procession and they went very long. way, not at all where ho had expected' Mrs. Green to. Buried. "We must be going to branch, "Thats strange, but a mixed marriage anyway, and ita Be"nataral enough shed like with er own'" At last they stood round the grave, and said ME. to his nearest neighbour, "I don't see Mr. Green here," "No, sir, he's at his own funeral." "Phon who are We burying?" he asked feebly, for there was anguish in his feet. "Ould Paddy Nett, sir, the fisherman"
Another anda more ambitious book by Anne Observer will something to look forward to—c.c,
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