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"Go on, Marion, an' sing phat ye loike. It's loike a burrd ye are, an' Oi loikes t' hear ye. An' Patsy, too, eh?" He took the little cripple up in his arms very gently and held him for some minutes. "You're a big man, dad, aint ye?" said Patsy, putting his puny arm round his father's hairy neck. "An' ye can lick the hull town, can't ye?"
"Beg parding, Miss," jerking off his ragged straw hat, "but I thought as how you might be havin' trouble with a tramp," glaring savagely at Miss Prue; "thought I heered a strange voice." "Oh, it's nothing, Sam, nothing but a bird," laughed Molly. "A burrd!" he cried, with an amazed look. "A burrd a-talkin' the likes o' thot? May all the saints defend us!"
"Not a bird will face the line if the lady's dress is seen," he said, in despair, as he passed us, and we saw him unceremoniously insist upon Mrs. Dodd joining Sir Samuel Wakely, who was at the thickest corner, next us. "The air must be black with the language Wakely is using, I will bet," said Antony. And then the partridges began to come. "There's a burrd! There's a burrd!" shouted Mr.
"Ye may save yourself the trouble of doctoring him. He's as dead as my magpie." Murphy looked much depressed. "Shure, Miss Beth, the poor baste done ye no harm," he pleaded. "No," said Beth, "nor my bird hadn't done you any harm, nor the cow Tony cut the tail off hadn't done him any harm." "I didn't kill yer burrd," Murphy asserted doggedly. "We'll see," said Beth.
"In coorse they does, an' plinty of tongue, too, loike some chaps I've come across on shipboard!" replied Tim, all himself again in all good humour; and then, popping into his cabin, he reappeared quickly with the cage he had mentioned, saying to me, "Sorr, give me the burrd."
Come out, I tell ye, and bad luck to you for killing my bird." "Is it me, miss?" Pat Murphy exclaimed, appearing with an injured and innocent look on his face. "Me kill yer burrd! Shure, thin, ye never thought such a thing uv me!" "Didn't I, thin! and I think it still," Beth cried. "Say, 'May I never see heaven if I kilt it' or I'll curse ye."
"Sure an' if y're spilin' for a batin' I'm not the chap to privint you; but, if you must foight, why ye'll have to do it fair an' square. Misther Gray-ham, sorr, jist give me the burrd as made the rumpus, I've a little cage in me bunk that'll sarve the poor baste for shilter till ye can get a betther one. It belonged to me ould canary as toorned up its toes last v'y'ge av a fit av the maysles."
The old man looked at me gravely. "Her'll rest in the Lard's time, in the Lard's gude time but now her'll just be follerin' on with the burrd." The gull was flying close to us now, and a cold wind swept the sunny sea. I shivered: Daddy looked at me curiously. "There be reason enough to be cawld if us did but knaw it, but I he mos' used to 'em, poor sawls."
"You're a nice wan, now ain't ye?" he cried angrily at the unfortunate guardian of his soul. "Dom if Oi don't quit ye! Ye see!" "Be the gate of Hivin!" he shouted, when he opened the door of mornings and discovered another six inches of snow, "Ye're a burrd! If Oi couldn't make out to be more of a saint than that, Oi'd quit the biznis! Move yor pull, an' get us some dacint weather!
Now, Larry, ye moost rimimber the owld cockatoo `Ally Sloper' wor alriddy oop there aloft; an' whin the burrd says Jocko makin' fur him, he oop stick, or rayther oop wid his crist an' flies down roight atop ov Tom's hid, shraykin' out, `Say-rah, Say-rah! as loud as the divvle could bawl. `Gyp' on this starts barkin' loike mad at the blissid cockatoo; whin down cooms Masther Jocko fur to have his share in the foight.
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