though she smelt and snoaked about him, just as if she didn’t care a feed of oats whether he caught her or not, yet when he boulted over to hould her fast, she was off like a shot with her tail cocked, to the far end of the demesne, and Jack had to set off hot foot after here.  All, however, was to no purpose; he couldn’t come next or near her for the rest of the day, and there she kept coorsing him about from one field to another, till he hadn’t a blast of breath in his body.

“In this state was Jack when the beautiful crathur came out to call him home to his breakfast, walking with the pretty small feet and light steps of her own upon the green fields, so bright and beautiful, scarcely bending the flowers and the grass as she went along, the darling.

“‘Jack,’ says she, ’I fear you have as difficult a task to-day as you had yesterday.’

“‘Why, and it’s you that may say that with your own purty mouth,’ says Jack, says he; for out of breath and all as he was, he couldn’t help giving her a bit of blarney, the rogue.

“‘Well, Jack,’ says she, ’take my advice, and don’t tire yourself any longer by attempting to catch her; truth’s, best—­I tell you, you could never do it; come home to your breakfast, and when you return again, ‘just amuse yourself as well as you can until dinner-time.’

“‘Och, och!’ says Jack, striving to look, the sly thief, as if she had promised to help him—­’I only wish I was a king, and, by the powers, I know who would be my queen, any how; for it’s your own sweet lady—­savourneen dheelish—­I say, amn’t I bound to you for a year and a day longer, for promising to give me a lift, as well as for what you done yesterday?’

“‘Take care, Jack,’ says she, smiling, however, at his ingenuity in striving to trap her into a promise, ’I don’t think I made any promise of assistance.’

“‘You didn’t,’ says Jack, wiping his face with the skirt of his coat, ’’cause why?—­you see pocket-handkerchiefs weren’t invented in them times:  ’why, thin, may I never live to see yesterday, if there’s not as much rale beauty in that smile that’s diverting itself about them sweet-breathing lips of yours, and in them two eyes of light that’s breaking both their hearts laughing at me, this minute, as would encourage any poor fellow to expect a good turn from you—­that is, whin you could do it, without hurting or harming yourself; for it’s he would be the right rascal that could take it, if it would injure a silken hair of your head.’

“‘Well,’ said the lady, with a mighty roguish smile, ’I shall call you home to your dinner, at all events.’

“When Jack went back from his breakfast, he didn’t slave himself after the filly toy more, but walked about to view the demesne, and the avenues, and the green walks, and nice temples, and fish-ponds, and rookeries, and everything, in short, that was worth seeing.  Towards dinner-time, howiver, he began to have an eye to the way the sweet crathur was to come, and sure enough she that wasn’t one minute late.