He called to speak to the master in the haggard, and said he, "What
are servants asked to do in this country after aten their supper?"
"Nothing at all, but to go to bed."
"Oh, very well, sir." He went up on the stable-loft, stripped, and lay
down, and some one that saw him told the master. He came up.
"Jack, you anointed scoundrel, what do you mean?"
"To go to sleep, master. The mistress, God bless her, is after giving
me my breakfast, dinner, and supper, and yourself told me that bed was
the next thing. Do you blame me, sir?"
"Yes, you rascal, I do."
"Hand me out one pound thirteen and fourpence, if you please, sir."
"One divil and thirteen imps, you tinker! what for?"
"Oh, I see, you've forgot your bargain. Are you sorry for it?"
"Oh, ya--NO, I mean. I'll give you the money after your nap."
Next morning early Jack asked how he'd be employed that day. "You
are to be holding the plow in that fallow, outside the paddock." The
master went over about nine o'clock to see what kind of a plowman was
Jack, and what did he see but the little boy driving the bastes, and
the sock and coulter of the plow skimming along the sod, and Jack
pulling ding-dong agin' the horses.
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