Sinopsis

Bartle Bbadt was a little, mild, old man, soft of voice, slow of speech, with a blue eye of an inflexible obstinacy. " The dear knows," said his wife, " I might as well be talkin' to a stone wall as wastin' my time wid ye. So rU just pray for you an' lave you to God." " I wish you would, woman dear," Bartle responded. "It couldn't be worse nor havin' a woman wid a tongue like a hin, clackin' an' clappin' in wan's ears all the day long."