Isn't his
the face of a bald-headed baboon? An' the half-breed crature--she might
ha' come from Patagony. An' the ould man Mazarine--part rhinoceros and
part Methody, he is. 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."
"Well, there's one good thing about a zoological garden, Patsy
Kernaghan," said the Young Doctor; "it's generally a safe place for the
birds and animals in it."
"But suppose some wan--suppose, now, the Keeper got drunk and let loose
the popylashin' of the gardin upon each other, d'ye think would it be a
Gardin of Eden?" Suddenly Patsy's manner changed.
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