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"I'll fetch ye this time," he muttered between his compressed lips; "ye shan't git out of me hands till ye's down flat on yer back and mesilf layin' a-straddle of ye. There's a difference between boxin' and sparrin' and I shall taich ye the same, as me grandmither " Both went down that instant, but the Shawanoe was on top.
"Oh, an' ye's wan uv us, oi'll stan' by ye; but oi've got me eye on ye, and 'ud think no more o' brainin' ye than a puppy." "Try brainin' the cops first, if yer know when yer well off," replied Merwyn, drawing a pistol. "I didn't come out to fight bullies in our crowd."
So loudly did she ask, and so resolutely did she wait for an answer, that he was forced into speech. 'I don't know, he said, with another oath, milder than the first. 'Well, sure enow, she said, still speaking loudly, ''ere's somethin' awful queer, ye says yer a man that's got larning more ner parson, an' ye sees somethin', an' can't tell what ye's seed.
"Whip! no; burn in de hot fire and brimstone for eber and for eber. 'Tis orful to be wicked, and hab de great Lord punish." "I ha'n't done noffin," cried out Tidy, fairly trembling with terror. "Laws, no, course not, chile; ye's noffin but a chile, ye know; but some folks does orful tings.
I said, as I put my mouth to his ear. "I only want to mind that he had three very beautiful daughters!" "Did ye iver spake t' aany o' thim?" Jamie asked. "Yes." "Whin?" "When I sold them papers." "Ha, ha, a ha'penny connection, eh?" "It's betther t' mind three fine things about a maan than wan mean thing, Jamie," Anna said. "If both o' ye's on me I'm bate," he said.
"Don't care for nasty old uncle," piped Toddie's voice. I laid down my book with a sigh, and went into the garden. Mike saw me and shouted: "Misther Burthon, will ye look dhere? Did ye's ever see the loike av dhat bye?" Looking up at the play-room window, a long, narrow sort of loop-hole in a Gothic gable, I beheld my youngest nephew standing upright on the sill. "Toddie, go in quick!"
"It's smoke, I'm positive, and too near Billabong and the Creek to be comfortable. I think we'll make tracks for home, Wally. Have you seen Murty anywhere?" As if in answer, Mr. O'Toole came running down the hill. "I've been huntin' ye's everywhere," he panted.
"Come again, Miss, when ye's want a breath of air that's pure and clean." May heaven bless, for the sweet sake of womanhood, all men who understand. It was springtime blossoming time mating time. The world was a riot of color and perfume and song. Every twig that a few weeks before had been a bare, unsightly stick was now a miracle of dainty beauty.
First I miss seein' this fire-eater bate the face off the big ilephant, Corrigan, an' yisterday I was figgerin' on goin' to town but didn't; an' I miss seein' that little whiffet of a Braman flyin' through the windy. Do ye's know that there's a feelin' ag'in Corrigan an' the railroad in town, an' thot this mon Trevison is the fuse that wud bust the boom av discontint.
This was not only a favourite phrase of Mr. Gill's, but it was so far significant that it always indicated he was about to give notice to leave a menace on his part of no unfrequent occurrence. 'Ye's going, are ye? asked Kearney jeeringly. 'I just am; and I'm come to give up the books, and to get my receipts and my charac ter.
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