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'Bad luck to ye! says I; 'when ye sees me two eyes light me to confession again, ye may take care o' me and welcome." "And shall you not go again?" "Never again." Annorah saw the shadow raise its hand threateningly. "No, indade. Where's the use o' telling all ye know to an ould creature like him?
"Indade, that we will not," said Deborah cheerfully. "Don't you think Denny's garden's been doin' fine this summer, Doctor?" "Fine," said the Doctor heartily. "But then it's always fine. There's lots of us would like to know how he makes it do so well." Denny gave a pleased laugh. "Aw now Doctor you're flatterin' me. They have been doin' pretty well though pretty well fer me."
"'Twould be a rare joke on the Boss," he said, "to be stalin' from him the very thing he's trusted me to guard, and be getting me wages all winter throwed in free. And you're making the pay awful high. Me to be getting five hundred for such a simple little thing as that. You're trating me most royal indade! It's away beyond all I'd be expecting. Sivinteen cints would be a big price for that job.
I've got a person to take your place. 'All right, I responds, respectful, 'just as you please. When shall I lave off? 'To-morrow mornin', he answers, an' looks at me as if to say, 'Nothin' left for you but the poor-house. And indade, a clerk under Judson don't make no such bank account as he made under Irving Whately. I ain't ready to retire yet."
"Yes, father." "Who was it?" "Jerry, father." O'Connell took a long breath and sighed. Jerry! Always Jerry! "I thried several jokes on him, an' he saw most of 'em." "I'd like to see this paragon, faith." "I wish ye could, father. Indade I do. Ye'd be such good friends." "WE'D be friends? Didn't ye say he was a GINTLEMAN?" "He sez a GENTLEMAN is a man who wouldn't willingly hurt anybody else.
She'd send me away an' I don't want to go now, indade I don't." "To the dance?" repeated Ethel, incredulously. Try as she would she could not rid herself of the feeling that Peg was there to watch her. "To the DANCE?" she asked again. "Yes. Mr. Jerry took me." "JERRY took you?" "Yer mother wouldn't let me go. So Jerry came back for me when ye were all in bed and he took me himself.
He shook Clement's hand and kissed Biddy. He praised Clement. "Ye're the whitest man that iver stepped green turf." Clement sat coldly impassive and unsmiling. "Then you're satisfied?" "Satisfied!" shouted Dan. "Satisfied is it, man? Indade I am." "And you, Biddy?" Biddy was weeping and muttering wild Irish prayers.
Ah, then, it's good luck is yer portion, Rooney. Didn't I think to sit down to me supper in solitood, whin in comes like a vision the frind as was a frind indade to me and the ladies the other day. Come in, come in, sit ye down there; an' ait till yer fit to bust. Och! but it's mesilf is glad this night.
The "True Story of a Dog," in the Spectator of September 8th, may be matched, possibly explained, by a similar occurrence. I had bought a Spanish poodle pup of an Irishman who assured me, "Indade, sir, an' the dog knows all my childer do, only he can't talk." He shut doors, opened those with thumb-latches, and rushed upstairs and waked his mistress at words of command.
"He said so." "Indade, thin, he was the pore divil!" "And the the person?" inquired Mrs. Bilkins. "Is it the wife, ye mane?" "Yes, the wife: where is she?" "Well, thin, mum," said Mr. Donnehugh, "it's yerself can answer that." "I?" exclaimed Mrs. Bilkins. "Good heavens! this man's as crazy as the other!" "Begorra, if anybody's crazy, it's Larry, for it's Larry has married Margaret."
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