An' what do ye be thinkin' of
him they call Giggles, that almost guv his life to save the ould
behemoth! Doesn't he remind you of the zebra, where the wild Hottentots
come from--smart and handsome, but that showy, all stripes and tail and
fetlock! D'ye unnerstand what I mean, y'r anner?"
"Have you finished calling names, Kernaghan?" asked the Young Doctor in a
low tone. "Have you really finished your zoological list?"
Kernaghan's eye flashed. "Aw, Doctor dear," said he, "manny's the time
in County Inniskillen, where you come from, you've seen a wild thing,
bare-footed, springin' from stone to stone on the hillside, wid her hair
flyin' behind like the daughter of a witch or somethin' only half human-
so belongin' to the hills an' the bogs an' the cromlechs was she. Well,
that's the maid that's mistress of Tralee--belongin' as much to the
Gardin of Eden as to this place here. There's none of them here that
belongs. Every wan of them's been caught away from where he ought to be
into this zoolyogical gardin.
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