dhrop more down me neck,' says he, and aff he goes like a quarther-horse
fur Miss Clooney's sheebeen, that's where he used fur to go. In he goes,
an' there was Paddy Grogan, an' Tim O'Donovan, an' Mike Conathey, an'
Bryan Flaherty, an' a shtring more av 'em settin' on the table, an' he
pulls up a sate an' down he sets, a-callin' to Miss Clooney to bring her
best.

"'Where's yer money?' says she to him, fur he didn't use to have none
barrin' a tuppence or so.

"'Do you have no fear,' says he, 'fur the money,' says he, 'ye
pinny-schrapin' owld shkeleton,' this was beways av a shot at her, fur it
was the size av a load o' hay she was, an' weighed a ton. 'Do you bring
yer best,' says he. 'I'm a gintleman av forchune, bad loock to the job o'
work I'll do till the life laves me. Come, jintlemin, dhrink at my
axpinse.' An' so they did an' more than wanst, an' afther four or five
guns apace, Dinnis ordhered dinner fur thim all, but Miss Clooney towld
him sorra the bit or sup more 'ud crass the lips av him till he paid fur
that he had. So out he pulls the magic purse fur to pay, an' to show it
thim an' towld thim phat it was an' where he got it.

"'And was it the Leprechawn gev it ye?' says they.

"'It was,' says Dinnis, 'an' the varchew av this purse is sich, that if ye
take shillin's out av it be the handful all day long, they'll be comin' in
a shtrame like whishkey out av a jug,' says he, pullin' out wan.

"And thin, me jewel, he put in his fingers afther another, but it wasn't
there, for the Leprechawn made a ijit av him, an' instid o' givin' him the
right purse, gev him wan just like it, so as onless ye looked clost, ye
cudn't make out the differ betune thim. But the face on Dinnis was a holy
show when he seen the Leprechawn had done him, an' he wid only a shillin',
an' half a crown av dhrink down the troats av thim.

"'To the divil wid you an' yer Leprechawns, an' purses, an' magic
shillin's,' schreamed Miss Clooney, belavin', an' small blame to her
that's, that it was lyin' to her he was. 'Ye're a thafe, so ye are,
dhrinkin' up me dhrink, wid a lie on yer lips about the purse, an'
insultin' me into the bargain,' says she, thinkin' how he called her a
shkeleton, an' her a load fur a waggin. 'Yer impidince bates owld Nick, so
it does,' says she; so she up an' hits him a power av a crack on the head
wid a bottle; an' the other felly's, a-thinkin' sure that it was a lie he
was afther tellin' them, an' he laving thim to p