’Says he, “Because he’s doing no good here.”

’So says I, “Let the poor beast live, for he does no harm.”

’Then says he, “But it’s harm he does taking the children’s meat and their place by the fire.”

’And says I, “Are ye not afraid to hurry an innocent creature into the next world?” for the dog had that sense he was like one of the children to me.

’Then said Terry O’Brien, for he had a wit of his own, “And if he’s an innocent creature he’ll fare well where he goes.”

’Then said I, “He’s done his sins, like the rest of us, no doubt.”

’Then says he, “The sooner he’s put where he can do no more the better.”

’So with that he put a string round the poor thing’s neck and took him away to where there was holes in the ice of the canal, just as there is to-day, for it was the same season of the year, and the children all cried; and thinks I to myself, “If it was the dog that was going to put their father into the water they would cry less.”  For he had a peevish temper in drink, which was most of the time.

’So then, I knew what I would do.  ’Twas for the sake of the children that were crying about me that I did it, and I looked up to the sky and I said to God and the holy saints that for Terry O’Brien and his children ’twas the best deed I could do; and the words that we said about the poor beast rang in my head, for they fitted to O’Brien himself, every one of them.

’So you see it was just the time when the ice was still thick on the water, six inches thick maybe, but where anything had happened to break it the edges were melting into large holes.  And the next night when it was late and dark I went and waited outside the tavern, the way O’Brien would be coming home.

’He was just in that state that he could walk, but he hadn’t the sense of a child, and we came by the canal, for there’s a road along it all winter long, but there were places where if you went off the road you fell in, and there were placards up saying to take care.  But Terry O’Brien hadn’t the sense to remember them.  I led him to the edge of a hole, and then I came on without him.  He was too drunk to feel the pain of the gasping.  So I went home.

’There wasn’t a creature lived near for a mile then, and in the morning I gave out that I was afraid he’d got drowned, so they broke the ice and took him up.  And there was just one person that grieved for Terry O’Brien.  Many’s the day I grieved for him, for I was accustomed to have him about me, and I missed him like, and I said in my heart, “Terry, wherever ye may be, I have done the best deed for you and your children, for if you were innocent you have gone to a better place, and if it were sin to live as you did, the less of it you have on your soul the better for you; and as for the children, poor lambs, I can give them a start in the world now I am rid of you!” That’s what I said in my heart to O’Brien at first—­when I grieved for him; and then the years passed, and I worked too hard to be thinking of him.