"There you go, Alice! lik the rest of themno more understanding than anyone else. Can't you see that it's bin worth while?"Those who brothers' blood have shed,"Yesdidn't I tell you so this moment?" answered Bridget, rising somewhat indignantly, and replacing the flower-pot in its original position. "And trouble enough I have had," she continued, "to get in the table and the chairs, and the benches, and stools, and put the place so that it might be fit to be seen, all by myself. A fine holiday the wench has got!but she shall work for this next week!How many are coming?""It's never bin done in these parts."In the afternoon he took life easy. If it was warm and fine he would sit out of doors, against the farmhouse wall, his old bones rejoicing in the sunshine, and his eager heart at the sight of Boarzell shimmering in the heatwhile sounds of labour woke him pleasantly from occasional dozes.