Mounted Police duty, escortin' doughboys' prisoners! Faix, I might as well be wid Her Majesty's dhragoons, thramplin' down the flesh and blood of me in poor ould Oireland. Begor, Harry, me bhy, it's a mane job to be setting you at, and this the first day ye're mounted to save the Union!" "Stop coddin' the boy, Corporal," said Bader, angrily.

Then Moran, with a suspicious wriggle of his body and a clutch at his rags, would burst out with "All me buzzim friends are turned backbiters"; and after a final "If yez don't drop your coddin' and diversion I'll lave some of yez a case," by way of warning to the boys, begin his recitation, or perhaps still delay, to ask, "Is there a crowd round me now? Any blackguard heretic around me?"

He burst out laughing when he had finished. "Ah," he said, half to himself, as he stroked his fine beard, "I'm the quare oul' cod, so I am!" "All the same," he went on, speaking soberly, "I'm not coddin' entirely. The Irish have plenty of brains, but they haven't any discipline, an' brains are no good unless you can control them.

She made no impression on him now ... he saw her simply as a countrywoman in the family way ... a little blowsy and dishevelled and red with exertion. "For dear sake, Henry!" she said in greeting, holding out her hand to him. "Well," he said, "when does the war begin?" "Aw, now," she answered, "don't ask me! Sure, I'm never done coddin' Peter about it. But it's the grand health, Henry.

He ain't been on the water much sence he's been down here, has he?" "Not more 'n once or twice, except in a dory goin' to the beach, or somethin' like that." "That's so, that's what I thought. Well, Perez, I'll tell you. The boy does need breakin' in, that's a fact, and I think maybe I could do it. I could use a young feller on my boat; to go coddin' with me, I mean.

"'E ain't coddin'. See 'ow black they're lookin'." "I see 'em, plyne enough. Waxworks only fit for the Chamber of 'Orrors, ain't 'em?" "It's a young woman wot arsks you to go, not a bloke! Please! For my syke, if you won't for your own!" Billy Keyse, with a flourish, offered the thin, boyish arm in the tweed sleeve. "Righto! Will you allow me, Miss?" She faltered: "I I can't, deer.

"You're coddin' me," he complained. "Say that again," Hinde exclaimed enthusiastically. "Say what again?" "Say I'm coddin' you. I haven't heard that word for years. Gwon! Say it!" "You're coddin' me!..." "Isn't it lovely? Isn't it a grand word, that? Good Ulster talk!..." The door opened and Lizzie entered the room. "Mr. 'Inde!..." she said.

About two such bargain sale jobs as this, and I'd guarantee not to starve and to live as nigh the ground as a second-floor bedroom anyhow. How about this next one? This feller in a dory coddin', I guess he is. Did did Mr. Corot do him?" "No. That is by a well-known American artist. It is a good piece of work, but not like the other. It is worth much less. Perhaps five thousand." "So?

They do cruel things sometimes because they don't know any better, an' they think they're doin' the right things when they're only doin' the stupid thing. That's where we come in! Our job is to teach the English how to do the right thing." They smiled at him. "An' I'm not coddin," he went on. "I mean every word I say.