"Aut" sighed the golfing "rabbit," mopping his brow. "What couldn't I do to a belle of "itt i" muttered his caddie, Cheers eae "Laptes and gentlemen," said the chairman, we've had a grand lecture about thrift—verra weel reasoned. Ah'll ask ye noo tae give the speaker twa hearty cheers.
Irish Pat was a true son of Hire and always ready for a joke.
One day the farmer who was employing him said good-humouredly:—"Bad luck to you, Pat!"
"Good luck to you, sort!" cried Pat, "And may neither of us' be' right!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.