ar-r-mike

Updated: May 11, 2025

Old man Denny, hall room, fourth floor back, who sat on the lowest step, trying to read a paper by the street lamp, turned over a page to follow up the article about the carpenters' strike. Mrs. Murphy shrieked to the moon: "Oh, ar-r-Mike, f'r Gawd's sake, where is me little bit av a boy?" "When'd ye see him last?" asked old man Denny, with one eye on the report of the Building Trades League.

O. Henry - The Four Million