by Edgar Allan Poe (Author)

Wid that we wint aff to the widdy's, next door, and ye may well say it was an illigant place -- so it was. There was a carpet all over the floor, and in one corner there was a forty-pinny and a jews-harp and the divil knows what ilse, and in another corner was a sofy -- the beautifullest thing in all natur -- and sittin on the sofy, sure enough there was the swate little angel, Misthress Tracle.