Identifier: allonirishshorei00some (find matches)
Title: All on the Irish shore : Irish sketches
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Somerville, E. . (Edith none), 1858-1949 Ross, Martin, 1862-1915
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Publisher: London New York, Bombay (etc.) : Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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et a proper rub down and ahot drink. I should have thought hed had about as muchto drink as he wanted, hot or cold ! said Nora. But Nora had not been a younger sister for fifteenyears for nothing, and it was for Drinagh that theparty steered their course. Their arrival stirred McKeowns Hotel (so-called)to its depths. Destiny had decreed that Mrs.McKeown, being, as she expressed it, an epicureabout boots, should choose this day of all others togo to town to buy herself a pair, leaving thedirection of the hotel in the hands of her husband,a person of minor importance, and of Mary AnnWhooly, a grey-haired kitchen-maid, who milkedthe cows and made the beds, and at a distance inthe backyard was scarcely distinguishable from thesurrounding heaps of manure. The Inspectors hospitality knew no limits, andfailed to recognise that those of McKeowns Hotelwere somewhat circumscribed. He ordered hotwhisky and water, mutton chops, dry clothes forMiss Purcell, fires, tea, buttered toast, poached eggs
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THE GREY-HAIRED KITCHEN-MAID. High Tea at McKeowtis. 167 and other delicacies simultaneously and imme-diately, and the voice of Mary Ann Whooly im-ploring Heavens help for herself and its vengeanceupon her inadequate assistants was heard far in thestreets of Drinagh. Sure herself (herself was Mrs. McKeown) hasher box locked agin me, and Ive no clothes butwhats on me ! she protested, producing after a longinterval a large brown shawl and a sallow-complex-ioned blanket, but the Captains after sendingthese. Faith, theyll do ye grand ! Arrah, why not,asthore ! Sure hell never look at ye! These consisted of a long covert coat, a stilllonger pair of yellow knitted stockings, and a pairof pumps. Sure theyre the only best we have, continuedMary Ann Whooly, pooling, as it were, her ward-robe with that of the lodger. Gods will must be.Miss Muriel, my darlin gerrl! It says a good deal for the skill of Nora as a tire-woman that her sisters appearance ten minutesafterwards was open to no reproach,

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