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Take my vote an' use it as ye please, says I, 'an' I'll get an hour or two exthry sleep iliction day mornin', says I. 'I've voted so often I'm tired iv it annyhow, says I. 'But, says I, 'why shud anny wan so young an' beautiful as ye want to do annything so foolish as to vote? says I. 'Ain't we intilligent enough? says she.
'So the dhress-rehearsal came to an end, an', bekaze I was curious, I stayed behind whin the scene-shiftin' was ended, an' I shud ha' been in barricks, lyin' as flat as a toad under a painted cottage thing. They was talkin' in whispers, an' she was shiverin' an' gaspin' like a fresh-hukked fish.
'I had it right befure I come up, he says, 'but I missed me holt whin th' crowd come. Me heart's broke, he says. 'Th' cornet's not ye'er insthrument, says Dorsey. 'Ye shud thry to play th' base dhrum. It's asier." "Is that all that's going on?" asked Mr. McKenna. "That an' th' death iv wan iv Hinnissy's goats, Marguerite. No, no, not that wan. That's Odalia. Th' wan with th' brown spots.
"This made th' way clear f'r th' discussion iv th' larger question iv how future wars shud be conducted in th' best inthrests iv peace. Th' conference considhered th' possibility iv abolishin' th' mushroom bullet which, entherin' th' inteeryor iv th' inimy not much larger thin a marble, soon opens its dainty petals an' goes whirlin' through th' allyminthry canal like a pin-wheel.
'Well, oh, well, says I, 'times has changed since I was a boy, I says. 'Put thim through their exercises, says I. 'Tommy, says I, 'spell cat, I says. 'Go to th' divvle, says th' cheerub. 'Very smartly answered, says Mary Ellen. 'Ye shud not ask thim to spell, she says. 'They don't larn that till they get to colledge, she says, 'an'' she says, 'sometimes not even thin, she says.
"Laive they that want to fight the Germans, fight 'em we bean't goin' to," said another. "Why shud we all git killed to plaise Members of Parliament?" "I be sheamed ov 'ee," cried an old man near; "you bean't worthy to be called Englishmen." "Why bean't us?" "'Cos you be cowards. Wud 'ee like to be traited like they Germans be?"
"Owen," she interrupted, "don't you know I'm very happy? an' didn't I often tell you, that it was the will of Providence that we shud be poor'? So it's sinful to be wishin' for riches." "Bud, Ellen acushla, it's growi'n' worse wid us every day; an' I'm afeard the trouble is goin' to come on us.
'Ye'd betther have a care how ye answer that question, me boy, says th' pris'ner, carelessly jingling th' loose change in his pocket. 'Sane? says th' expert. 'Well, I shud think he was. Why, I can hardly imagine how he stayed feather-headed long enough to take th' villan's joolry. Sane, says ye?
Go to your quarters. I'm sorry I dhressed you down. "At that I went four ways to wanst huntin' Dempsey. I was mad to think that wid all my airs among women I shud ha' been chated by a basin-faced fool av a cav'lryman not fit to trust on a trunk.
"I shud tink so," chimed in Victoria. "If you please, Miss Clorinda, I tink I will locomote home; I ain't accustomed to sich goings on myself; dey isn't de fashion in de Piney Cove basement." Clorinda got her bonnet and tied it on her head with an indignant jerk. The outraged damsels would hear no persuasions, and Dolf was forced to accompany them back, and a very uncomfortable time he had of it.
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