all the Little People keep to themselves thin, because we had plenty of friends in both parties, and wanted throuble with nayther of them.
“I knew Ould Nick well; a civiller, pleasanter spoken sowl you couldn’t wish to meet a—little too sweet in his ways, maybe. He gave a thousand favours and civilities to my subjects, and now that he’s down, the devil a word I’ll say agin him.”
“I’m agin him,” says Father Cassidy, looking very stern; “I’m agin him an’ all his pumps an’ worruks. I’ll go bail that in the ind he hurt yez more than he helped yez!”
“Only one thing I blame him for,” says the King; “he sajooced from the Little People my comrade and best friend, one Thaddeus Flynn be name. And the way that it was, was this: Thaddeus was a warm-hearted little man, but monsthrous high-spirited as well as quick-tempered. I can shut me eyes now and in me mind see him thripping along, his head bent, his pipe in his mouth, his hands behind his back. He never wore a waistcoat, but kept always his green body-coat buttoned. A tall caubeen was set on the back of his head, with a sprig of green shamrock in
