what's the matter, Bonny Betty, why do you look so amazed?"
"Why, sure, your honour, Jemmy's fine clothes have crazed him. I kept the money, and sure, Jemmy, there's more; sure you had sixty dollars."
"Yes, you gave me sixty," said honest Jemmy, "but can't I write and read, and isn't all these bills made out by myself? and did I not set down all the time I worked? and sure I am that forty dollars is all I earned any how. There's the twenty dollars, and they're none of mine; but to be shared wid my two little boys—shame on me for spaking of my own first, and Bonny Betty's little Ben, to say nothing of Petey and Ody Oram, them two good little fellows. When I could not work, your honour, they all fell to, and my little garding looked none the worse, I can tell you."
Sammy Oram came next—he could not bear to work next to Betty, so good natured Jemmy changed with him; and Sammy, after that, plucked up heart a little, offered himself to Lizzy Conolly, got married, and really improved wonderfully, for Lizzy was cheerful, and his children became very fond of her. He had forty dollars likewise.
"And now, your honour, here's my earnings, your honour," said Bonny Betty, stepping forward with five healthy children at her side—poor little Christie having died about two weeks before. "Here is my money," and she opened a little box, counting out one hundred and ten dollars, all in silver.
"I'm thankful" said Larry, "that she'll get the premium, any how." "No, I've not earned all this money by my garden," said honest Betty, "but by selling for the rest—I had that chance over ye all. If I could rightly tell how much I made by selling for you, you'd find I may be would be a great deal behind you all."
"I see, my friends," said Mr. Price, "that it is
