"Oh!" ejaculated Calton in dismay.
"It will be all right, sir," said Kilsip, reassuringly; "I've been there a dozen of times, and I'm all right."
"I dare say," retorted the barrister; "but I may go there once and catch it, whatever it is."
"Take my word, sir, it's nothing worse nor old age and drink."
"Has she a doctor?"
"Won't let one come near her—prescribed for herself."
"Gin, I suppose? Humph! Much nicer than the usual run of medicines."
They went into Little Bourke Street, and after going through the narrow and dark lanes, which now seemed quite familiar to Calton, reached Mother Guttersnipe's den, for in truth it could be called nothing else. After climbing the rickety stairs, which groaned and creaked beneath their weight, they entered the room, and found Mother Guttersnipe lying on the bed in the corner, and the elfish child with the black hair playing cards with a slatternly looking girl at the deal table by the faint light of a tallow candle. They both sprang to their feet as the strangers entered, and the elfish child pushed a broken chair in a sullen manner toward Mr. Calton, while the other girl shuffled into a far corner of the room, and crouched down there like a dog. The noise of their entry awoke the hag from an uneasy slumber into which she had fallen, and sitting up in bed, she huddled the clothes round her, and presented such a gruesome spectacle that Calton involuntarily recoiled. Her white hair was all unbound, and hung in tangled masses over her shoulders in snowy profusion. Her face, parched and wrinkled, with the hooked nose and beady black eyes, like those of a mouse, was poked forward, and her skinny arms, bare to the shoulder, were waving wildly about as she grasped at the bedclothes with her claw-like hands. The bottle of square and the broken cup lay beside her, and filling herself a dram, she lapped it up greedily. Some of it went the wrong way, and she was seized with a paroxysm of coughing, which lasted till the elfish child shook her up, and took the cup from her.
"Greedy old beast," muttered this amiable infant, peering into the cup, "ye'd drink the Yarrar dry, I b'lieve."
"Go t' 'ell," muttered the old woman, feebly. "Who's
