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It was last August twelvemonth as how we was crossing the Line; and, after pitching the poor brute over, we sailed on and on would you belayve it? aye, for thray weeks longer, as I'm a living sinner, whin one foine mornin', jist the same as this now, the look-out man sings out as he says a boat floating ahid ov the schooner!
Thar was some foine trays out thayer in thim days afore the ould baste cut thim down, an' wan av thim hed a big limb, so an' another so an' when the moon come up full at jest the right time the shaddy made the sign av the crass an' loighted on me dooer, an' after it was past it didn't make no crass.
"Sure, an' I've been yellin' at them Krauts, tryin' to get them to send a Doc in to fix you up. They jest laughed at me." "I don't need a doctor. How did the raid go?" "The boys say we blew 'em off the map. I talked with a couple of Lib boys just brought in. We cleared the path to Berlin." O'Malley grinned eagerly. "I'm glad ye're feelin' foine now. We have to get out o' this hole."
The Baron's choler having subsided, he was the first to break the ice of silence. "Foine noight," was the observation, which was thrown out promiscuously to see who would take it up.
O'Flarety felt herself suddenly lifted to a position of importance. "Think of the purty Mrs. Hardy a wantin' my little Bridget," she exclaimed, and she began to dwell upon the romantic possibilities of her offspring's future under the care of such a "foine stylish lady and concluded by declaring it 'a lucky day entoirely."
"But, Jim, dear, you'd be gettin' your house quicker if we was all to help toward it." "And then 'twouldn't be mine," objected Jim. "No more it wouldn't," assented Mrs. O'Callaghan, "but 'twould be better than livin' in the shanty years and years. You don't want to kape livin' here till you have a foine house loike the Gineral's, do you, Jim?"
It's mesilf that 'ud be the proud man til let yez all go, an' yez 'ud all be prouder, I'll go bail; but in that case, shure to glory, I'd be a loser; but I hope to find yez comfortable quarthers in a foine stone house not a thousand moiles from this.
It's a real prize litter I do assure you! an' Mattie my darter, she be that proud, an' all ye wants to do is just to coom along an' choose your own!" "Thank you, Mr. Thorpe!" said Walden with his usual patient courtesy "Thank you very much! I will certainly come. Glad to hear the cow is better. And is Miss Thorpe well?" "She's that foine," rejoined the farmer "that only the pigs can beat 'er!
No one knows better the friendly reasons for our stopping, when chatting natives pronounce the weather "foine," at charming casual corners of old villages, where grassy ways cross each other and timbered houses bulge irregularly and there are fresh things behind crooked palings; witness the little vision of Blewbury, in Berkshire, reputedly of ancient British origin, with a road all round it and only footways within.
The Darkest Night Brings Out the Stars, Miss Mamie Odenheimer. Thrue for you, mavourneen! And the sintiments, wasn't they illigant? and the lan-gwidge was as foine as Pat Ronan's speeches or Father whist! will ye look at the flowers that shlip of a gyirl's gitting! Count 'em, will ye?"
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