` Oh , sir , ' says she , very foolish , ' I hope your lady is well , and the baby . ' ` Pretty well , thank you , ' says he , rather frightened like . ` How do I look in this new suit ? ' says he , getting to one side of her . ' I ca n't see you plain at all , sir , ' says she . ` Well , now ? ' says he , getting round her back to the other side . ` Musha , indeed , sir , your coat looks no better than a withered dock-leaf . ' ` Maybe , then , ' says he , ` it will be different now , ' and he struck the eye next him with a switch . Friends , she never saw a glimmer after with that one till the day of her death . ` Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts , ' by Patrick Kennedy . A Lost Paradise In the middle of a great forest there lived a long time ago a charcoal-burner and his wife . They were both young and handsome and strong , and when they got married , they thought work would never fail them . But bad times came , and they grew poorer and poorer , and the nights in which they went hungry to bed became more and more frequent . Now one evening the king of that country was hunting near the charcoal-burner 's hut . As he passed the door , he heard a sound of sobbing , and being a good-natured man he stopped to listen , thinking that perhaps he might be able to give some help . ` Were there ever two people so unhappy ! ' said a woman 's voice . ` Here we are , ready to work like slaves the whole day long , and no work can we get . And it is all because of the curiosity of old mother Eve !
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