ABSTRACT
CONALL.—Aurah, Cormacin, I can’t learn it. I am not clever or quick like the other boys. I can't put anything in my head. (Bursts into crying again), I have no memory for anything.
O l d Ma n {Laying his hand on his head)—Take courage, astore. You will be a wise man yet, with the help of God. Come with me now, and help me to divide these scraps. (The child gets up). That’s it now, dry your eyes, and don’t be discouraged.
