IN AN IRISH MIST
effort and after an agonized period of suspense deposited a lump of butterscotch on someone's doorframe.
"Hang the stuff!" he exclaimed ruefully. "I've nearly broken my jaws with it. Wonder what sort of glue they put into it. Someone could make his fortune if he could find out. Gee, but my mouth aches!"
"What are you going to do with the rest of it?" inquired Martin.
"Throw it away as far as"
"Wait a bit! Don't be wasteful, Nep. I know something better. We'll go back to Main Street or Prairie Boulevard or whatever they call that causeway down there and drop it along the pavement. Then we'll wait until it gets nice and soft and make a lot of money prying folks loose."
But Nelson didn't think the scheme practical and so they compromised by laying the bag on a doorsill and hurrying off before they could be caught and made to take it back.
The south of Ireland has a delightful climate if you don't mind being a bit damp. The sun disappeared behind a fog bank about noon and when they emerged from dinner—they had taken advice and been rewarded by a well-cooked meal—it was raining. At least, they called it rain, but
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