“‘Well, Jack,’ says she, ‘I’ll keep you no longer in doubt:’  for the tender-hearted crathur saw that Jack, although he didn’t wish to let an to her, was fretting every now and then about the odd hook and the bloody room—­’So, Jack,’ says she, ’although I didn’t promise, yet I’ll perform;’ and with that she pulled a small ivory whistle out of her pocket, and gave three blasts on it that brought the wild filly up to her very hand, as quick as the wind.  She then took the bridle, and threw it over the baste’s neck, giving her up, at the same time, to Jack; ’You needn’t fear now, Jack,’ says she, ’you’ll find her as quiet as a lamb, and as tame as you wish; as proof of it, just walk before her, and you will see she will follow you to any part of the field.’

“Jack, you maybe sure, paid her as many and as sweet compliments as he could, and never heed one from his country for being able to say something toothsome to the ladies.  At any rate, if he laid it on thick the day before, he gave two or three additional coats this time, and the innocent soul went away smiling, as usual.

“When Jack brought the filly home, the dark fellow, his master, if dark before, was a perfect thunder-cloud this night:  bedad, he was nothing less than near bursting with vexation, bekaise the thieving ould sinner intended to have Jack’s head upon the hook, but he fell short in his reckoning now as well as before.  Jack sung ‘Love among the Roses,’ and the ‘Black Joke,’ to help him into better timper.

“‘Jack,’ says he, striving to make himself speak pleasant to him, ’you’ve got two difficult tasks over you; but you know the third time’s the charm—­take care of the next.’

“‘No matter about that,’ says Jack, speaking up to him stiff and stout, bekase, as the dog tould him, he knew he had a friend in coort—­’let’s hear what it is, any how.’

“‘To-morrow, then,’ says the other, ’you’re to rob a crane’s nest, on the top of a beech-tree which grows in the middle of a little island in the lake that you saw yesterday in my demesne; you’re to have neither boat, nor oar, nor any kind of conveyance, but just as you stand; and if you fail to bring me the eggs, or if you break one of them,—­look here!’ says he, again pointing to the odd hook, for all this discoorse took place in the bloody room.

“‘Good again,’ says Jack; ‘if I fail I know my doom.’

“‘No, you don’t, you spalpeen,’ says the other, getting vexed with him entirely, ’for I’ll roast you till you’re half dead, and ate my dinner off you after; and, what is more than that, you blackguard, you must sing the ‘Black Joke’ all the time for my amusement.’

“‘Div’l fly away with you,’ thought Jack, ’but you’re fond of music, you vagabone.’