afther the squazing of my flipper right full in the sight of that little

furrenner Frinchman, Mounseer Maiter-di-dauns."

Wid that I giv'd her a big wink jist to say, "lit Sir Pathrick alone for

the likes o' them thricks," and thin I wint aisy to work, and you'd have

died wid the divarsion to behould how cliverly I slipped my right arm

betwane the back o' the sofy, and the back of her leddyship, and there,

sure enough, I found a swate little flipper all a waiting to say, "the

tip o' the mornin' to ye, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt." And

wasn't it mesilf, sure, that jist giv'd it the laste little bit of a

squaze in the world, all in the way of a commincement, and not to be too

rough wid her leddyship? and och, botheration, wasn't it the gentaalest

and dilikittest of all the little squazes that I got in return? "Blood

and thunder, Sir Pathrick, mavourneen," thinks I to mesilf, "fait it's

jist the mother's son of you, and nobody else at all at all, that's the

handsomest and the fortunittest young bog-throtter that ever cum'd out

of Connaught!" And with that I givd the flipper a big squaze, and a big

squaze it was, by the powers, that her leddyship giv'd to me back. But

it would ha split the seven sides of you wid the laffin' to

behould, jist then all at once, the consated behavior of Mounseer

Maiter-di-dauns. The likes o' sich a jabbering, and a smirking, and a

parley-wouing as he begin'd wid her leddyship, niver was known before

upon arth; and divil may burn me if it wasn't me own very two peepers

that cotch'd him tipping her the wink out of one eye. Och, hon! if it

wasn't mesilf thin that was mad as a Kilkenny cat I shud like to be

tould who it was!

The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 5