[2] Beads
[3] Pretty girl
"'Oh! Millia murdher! What'll I do?' cried the _callieen_, in the
pitifulles voice you ever heard.
"'What's the matter?' said Saint Fineen.
"'I've cut my foot agin this misfortinat stone,' says she, making answer.
"Then Saint Fineen lifted up his eyes from his blessed book, and he saw
Morieen's legs and feet.
"'Oh! Morieen!' says he, after looking awhile at them, 'what white legs
you have got!'
"'Have I?' says she, laughing, 'and how do _you_ know that?'
"Immediately the Saint remimbered himself, and being full of remorse and
conthrition for his fault, he laid his commands upon the well, that its
water should never wash anything white again.--and, as I mentioned before,
all the soap in Ireland wouldn't raise a lather on it since. Now that's
the thrue histhory of St. Fineen's blessed well; and I hope and thrust it
will be a saysonable and premonitory lesson to all the young men that
hears me, not to fall into the vaynial sin of admiring the white legs of
the girls.
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