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Ah, and 'tis yerself, then, is it, Mrs. Noonan? And ye bein' ivver so fair i' that fine green dress now, and me be wishin' ye the best o' Irish luck on Saint Paddy's Day, be I not? But where wid Mister Noonan be? Off to t'pub wi' 'is mates now, is he, and lavin' a fine w'man the likes o' ye to yersel'? Aye, might I take yer arm th'n, m'lady fair, an' be escortin' ye to yon pub t'be yersel' ignorin' of 'im, as well?
Posted for this week's
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Image Description from historic lecture booklet:
"By sitting on a ledge and leaning back till the head is down about a foot and a half below the seat, it is possible to look up and kiss the bottom of that famous stone. It is a feat which challenges the most adventuresome and makes them hesitate as this Irish colleen is doing. Yet the edge of the stone is worn very smooth."