"Jimmy, we must peel those rats in a
hurry, and then clean the spiles, and see how mony new ones we
will need. To-morrow we must come frae the traps early and look
up our troughs."
"Oh, for pity sake, don't pile up work enough to kill a horse,"
cried Jimmy. "Ain't you ever happy unless you are workin'?"
"Yes," said Dannie. "Sometimes I find a book that suits me, and
sometimes the fish bite, and sometimes it's in the air."
"Git the condinser" said Jimmy. "And that reminds me, Mary,
Dannie smelled spring in the air to-day."
"Well, what if he did?" questioned Mary. "I can always smell it.
A little later, when the sap begins to run in all the trees, and
the buds swell, and the ice breaks up, and the wild geese go
over, I always scent spring; and when the catkins bloom, then it
comes strong, and I just love it. Spring is my happiest time. I
have more news, too!"
"Don't spring so much at wance!" cried Jimmy, "you'll spoil my
appetite."
"I guess there's no danger," replied Mary.
"There is," said Jimmy. "At laste in the fore siction. `Appe' is
Frinch, and manes atin'. `Tite' is Irish, and manes drinkin'.
Appetite manes atin' and drinkin' togither. `Tite' manes drinkin'
without atin', see?"
"I was just goin' to mintion it meself," said Mary, "it's where
you come in strong.
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