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The story she told the little Irishman made him drop the shoe he was at work upon and glare at her over his spectacles, and with his scant reddish hair ruffled up. This, with his whiskers, made him look like a wrathful cockatoo. "Phat's that?" he cried, at last.

Hycy met that night in Teddy Phat's still-house, in Glendearg, an' went home together across the mountains aftherward." "Well, Mr. Burke, what have you to say to this?" asked Chevydale. "Why," replied Hycy, "that it's a very respectable conspiracy as it stands, supported by the thief and vagabond, and the beggar's brat." "Was there any investigation at the time of its occurrence?" asked Vanston.

Peety, by the advice of Hogan's wife, called in Teddy Phat's " "What's that? Teddy Phats? Now, by the way, Harry, don't abuse poor Teddy. You will be surprised, Hal, when I tell you that he and I have played into each other's hands for years. Yes, my boy, and I can assure you that, owing to him, both Fethertonge and I were aware of Hycy's Burke's plot against M'Mahon long before he set it a-going.

The detachment of Royal Artillery, whose quarters my road leads directly past, is composed largely of the gallant sons of Erin, and as I wheel into the cantonment, an artilleryman seated on a eharpoy beneath a spreading neem-tree, sings out to his comrades, "Be jabbers, bhoys; here's the Yankee phat's travellin' around the worruld wid a bicycle."

Hansom-cab drivers, attracted by the noise of our altercation, drew up to the sidewalk to watch developments, and then, after the usual fifteen or twenty minutes, the blue-coat emissary of justice appeared. "'Phat's dthis? he asked. "'I have detected this man leaving my house in a suspicious manner, said my adversary. 'I have reason to suspect him of thieving.

Phat's in that the-a-tre will have to stay there, if it can't git out be itself. Orders is ter let nobody inside." "But something's happened to Nan!" cried Walter. "She and that other girl are perhaps overcome with the smoke. They'll smother!" "Be still, I tell yez," commanded the officer, putting the boy back with one hand. "Orders is orders. Ye can't go back."

She took the steps of the little Italian garden in the center of the campus in two flying leaps, passed the marble maiden at the fountain, and bounded up to the level of the campus path again without stopping. "Tony! Oh, Tony!" she called breathlessly. "Shure now, phat's the matter widyer?" returned the old Irishman, querulously. "Phy! 'tis Miss Ruth, so ut is.

"Phat's that in all the worrld?" exclaimed Mrs. Carroll. "Hivin preserve us, it's little Patsy. Tim, ye'll 'av to be spakin' to that child for the swearin'. Listen to the oaths av 'im. The Lord forgive 'im!" Tim strode to the door, followed by his wife. "Phat the blank, blank is this yellin' about? Phat d'ye mane swearin' loike that, Patsy?

"Police here officer!" cried the foreman, and when the copper came he found Billy just swallowing his second straight. "Here," said the foreman, excitedly, "I want you to arrest these men." "Better get a warrant first," said one of the strikers coolly. "We simply came in here to have a drink," he explained to the officer. "Phat's th' row hier, Tony?" asked the policeman.