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"Show me," said the miscreant, "what s to be done, life or purse an' here's your sort for both." "Come, then," said Nell, "by the night above us, we'll thry your mettle." "Never heed her," observed Nanse; "aunt, you're too wicked an' revengeful." "Am I?" said the aunt. "I tuck an oath many a year ago, that I'd never die till I'd put sharp sorrow into Lamh Laudher's sowl.
"The party saw nothing of the team or its owner until the dangerous road led into a narrow but deep ravine, at whose bottom an ill-made causeway led across a dangerous slough. "'Holy Virgin, boys, but he's been upset! There's the cart across the road, and one of the bastes in the wather; but where's the masther at all? Come on, b'ys; we'll thry and save the garrons any way.
"Are you able to fight me?" "I'm able to thry it, anyhow, an' willin too." "Do you say you're able to fight me?" "I'll bring the boy home whether or not." "Thady's not your match, Jack Ratigan," said another boy. "Why don't you challenge your match?" "If you say a word, I'll half-sole your eye. Let him say whether he's able to fight me like a man or not. That's the chat." "Half-sole my eye!
The main thing to do is to get her to want to do things.” “What’s your name, my lad?” she asked. “Dicky Dore, ma’am,” the boy answered respectfully. “Well, Oi don’t see why you shouldn’t thry ut, acushla,” she said to Maida. “A half an hour iv’ry avening after dinner. Sure, in a wake, ’twill be foine and grand we’ll be wid the little store running like a clock.”
Kape well down an' thread careful ontil ye come forninst th' back winder. Thin pop yu're head up circumshpict an' cover ut wid yu're carbine. Use good judgmint tho'; none av us want tu shtart in shootin' onless we're forced tu ut. Ondher th' circumstances 'tis best we thry an' catch um alive."
An' the good stuff it is, too! Thry once more, Scotty darlin'. Ye'll need it an' we're not far aff now." Once more the sick man made a desperate effort. He got a little of the whiskey down, then turned away his head. The tender-hearted little Irishman covered him over carefully and climbed into his seat.
"I'll swear, your worship," said Nell, "that on passin' homewards last night, seein' a car wid people about it, at Luke Connor's door, I stood behind the porch, merely to thry if I knew who they wor. I seen this Lamh Laudher wid a small oak box in his hands, an' I'll give my oath that it was open, an' that he put his hands into it, and tuck something out."
"There, Zoe, you have an opinion that is worth something, the captain being an experienced sailor," remarked Betty. "So thry to be aisy, my dear, and if ye can't be aisy, be as aisy as ye can!" Zoe laughed faintly at Betty's jest; then, with a heroic effort, put on an air of cheerfulness, and contributed her full quota to the sprightly chat on the homeward walk.
"Clear it ov its coefficient, and we'll thry," says the Pope. "Hand me over the exponent then," says his Riv'rence. "What's that?" says the Pope. "The shcrew, to be sure," says his Riv'rence. "What for?" says the Pope. "To dhraw the cork," says his Riv'rence. "Sure, the cork's dhrew," says the Pope.
"'An' what are ye houldin' your head that high for, corp'ril?" sez Judy. "Come in an' thry a cup av tay," she sez, standin' in the doorway. Bein' an ontrustable fool, an' thinkin' av anything but tay, I wint. "Mother's at canteen," sez Judy, smoothin' the hair av hers that was like red snakes, an' lookin' at me cornerways out av her green cats' eyes. "Ye will not mind, corp'ril?"
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