The Bunsby Papers (second series): Irish Echoes. John Brougham
know there was a worse: like an ignorant fool, I thought that a scanty meal now and then was the greatest calamity in the world; be me sowl, I've had the knowledge rubbed into my bones, that too much is sometimes apt to sting a fellow afterwards more than too little."
"Perhaps the sensation of hunger may be to him as disagreeable as the sense of satiety is to you," suggested the spirit.
"Oh! if there was only a chance of that," cried Dan, brightening up at the idea. "An' be the same token, now that I think of it, he did send over for some of that vagabone soup; long life to you, you've put the hope into me heart once more; but how the mischief am I to find out the state of the ould blaggard's feelin's?"
"There's nothing like going to work in a straightforward way," said the spirit; "just put on your hat and go over and ask him."
"Faix, an' I will, an' thank you kindly, too, for puttin' it into me head," replied Dan.
"I wish you good morning, then," said the other, and even while Dan was looking at her straight in her face, she gradually resumed her vapory appearance, growing thinner and thinner, until she finally went out like a puff of tobacco.
CHAPTER VI.
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