THE OLD APPLE WOMAN.

New Zealand Tablet, 25 August 1921, Page 13

THE OLD APPLE WOMAN.

Wth her basket of apples comes Nora McHugh, Wid her candies an' cakes an' wan thing an' another, lint the best thing she brings to commind her to you Is the smile in her eves that no throuble can smotherAn the wit that's at home on the tip of her tongue Has a freshness unknown to her candy and cake ; 1 hough her wares had been stale since ot'ikl Nora was young ihere is little complaint you'd be carin' to make. Well I. mind, on a day, I complained of a worm J hat 1 found in an apple, near bitten in two. 'J lit suppose ye had bit it, an' where'd be the harm? *or, shure this isn't Friday," said Nora McHugh

0 Nora McHugh, you've the blarneyin' twist in you, W here is the anger could drame o' resistin' you ?' Faix, we'll be sp'ilin you, Blind to the guile in you, While there's a smile in you, Nora McHugh.

It was Mistress De Vere, that's so proud of her name, Fell to boastin' wan day of her kin in the peerage—--1 hough there's some of thim same, years ago whin they came To this glorious land, was contint wid the steerage— An she bragged of her ancistry, Norman an' Dane, ( An the like furriri ancients that's thought to be swell. ''Now, I hope," said ould Nora, "ye'll not think me vain, Fur it's little I care for ancistry mesel'; But. wid all o' your pedigree, ma'am, I believe 'Tis mesel' can go back a bit further than you, Fur in me you perceive a descindant of Eve, The first apple woman," said Nora McHugh.

0 Nora McHugh, sich owdacious frivolity ! How can you dare to bo jokin' the quality? Still, we'll be sp'ilin' you, Blind to the guile in you, While there's a smilo in you, Nora McHugh.