ficient for me fine
buy wid his paper collar, looks up, and--Howly fathers! may I niver
brathe another breath, but there stud a rayle haythen Chineser,
a-grinnin' like he'd just come off a tay-box. If ye'll belave me, the
crayther was that yeller it 'ud sicken ye to see him; and sorra stick
was on him but a black night-gown over his trowsers, and the front of
his head shaved claner nor a copper biler, and a black tail a-hangin'
down from it behind, wid his two feet stook into the haythenestest
shoes yer ever set eyes on. Och! but I was upstairs afore ye could
turn about, a-givin' the missus warnin', an' only stopt wid her by
her raisin' me wages two dollars, an' playdin' wid me how it was a
Christian's duty to bear wid haythens, and taich 'em all in our
power--the saints save us! Well, the ways and trials I had wid that
Chineser, Ann Ryan, I couldn't be tellin'. Not a blissid thing cud I
do, but he'd be lookin' on wid his eyes cocked up'ard like two
poomp-handles; an' he widdout a speck or smitch o' whishkers on him,
an' his finger-nails full a yard long. But it's dyin' ye'd be to see
the missus a-larnin' him, an' he a-grinnin', an' waggin' his pig-tail
(which was pieced out long wid some black stoof, the haythen chate!),
and gettin' into her ways wonderful quick, I don't deny, imitatin',
that sharp, ye'd be shurprised, an' ketchin an' copyin' things the
best of us will do a-hurried wid work, yet don't want comin' to the
knowledge o' the family--bad luck to him!

Is it ate wid him? Arrah, an' would I be sittin' wid a haythen, an'
he a-atin' wid drumsticks?--yes, an' atin' dogs an' cats unknownst to
me, I warrant ye, which it is the custom of them Chinesers, till the
thought made me that sick I could die. An' didn't the crayture
proffer to help me a week ago come Toosday, an' me foldin' down me
clane clothes for the ironin', an' fill his haythen mouth wid water,
an' afore I could hinder, squirrit it through his teeth stret over
the best linen table-cloth, and fold it up tight, as innercent now as
a baby, the dirrity baste! But the worrest of all was the copyin'
he'd been doin' till ye'd be dishtracted. It's yerself knows the
tinder feet that's on me since ever I been in this counthry. Well,
owin' to that, I fell into a way o' slippin' me shoes off when I'd be
sittin' down to pale the praties, or the likes o' that; an' do ye
mind, that haythen would do the same thing after me whiniver the
missus set him to parin' apples