"
"'Beware the head of a bull, the heels of a horse, of the smile of
an Englishman!'"
He paused and looked at her keenly.
"Do you remember that, Peg?"
"I do. There are Englishmen AND Englishmen. There are PLENTY o' bad
Irish, and by the same token there are SOME good Englishmen. An' he
is wun o' them."
"Why didn't he tell ye he was a Lord?"
"He didn't think it necessary. Over there they let ye gather from
their manner what they are. They don't think it necessary to be
tellin' everyone."
"It's the strange ones they are, Peg, to be rulin' us."
"Some day, father, they'll go over to Ireland and learn what we're
really like, and then they'll change everything. Jerry said that."
"They've begun to already. Sure, there's a man named Plunkett has
done more in a few years than all the governments have accomplished
in all the years they've been blunderin' along tryin' to thrample on
us. An' sure, Plunkett has a title, too!"
"I know, father. Jerry knows him and often spoke of him."
"Did he, now?"
"He did. He said that so long as the English government 'ud listen
to kindly, honourable men like Plunkett, there was hope of makin'
Ireland a happy, contented people, an' Jerry said--"
"It seems Misther Jerry must have said a good deal to yez.
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