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"Pwhat the divvle ails ye?" "Rayspicts to ye, ma'am, and 'tis sorry I am I didn't know 'twas a leddy." "He's not." "Wan o'clock, there or thereabouts." "Faith and he didn't say." "Pwhat name will I be tellin' him?" "Kape ut to yersilf, thin. 'Tis none of me business." "If ye do, I'll not answer. Sure, am I to be climbin' two flights av sthairs iv'ry foive minits "
"'Tis 'Tony, here! and 'Tony, there! iv'ry blissid minute av th' day. An' 'tis movin' trunks an' boxes, and the like Mis' Grace should hire a nelephant at this time of the year, an' so I tell her. An' what with these here foreigners too bad 'cess to them! I have to chase ev'ry rag tag and bobtail on the place, so I do " "Not tramps again, Tony?" cried Jennie Stone. "'Tis worse.
What kind of a suit did your luncheon acquaintance wear?" "Grey," conceded Hickey reluctantly. "An' here ut is," O'Hagan announced, arraying the clothing upon a chair. "Iv'ry domn' thing, aven down to the socks.... And a note for ye, sor." As he shook out the folds of the coat a square white envelope dropped to the floor; the janitor retrieved and offered it to his employer.
What par-r-rt of the bir-r-d will ye have, Aloysius?" "A drumstick," announced Aloysius. "A drumstick it is polish that now, ye spalpane, and polish it well. And Alice, me dear, phat will youse hev?" pursued Mr. Murphy. "I'll take a leg, too, Mr. Murphy," said the oldest Roach girl. "Quite right. Iv'ry par-r-rt stringthens a par-r-rt an' 'tis a spindle-shanks I notice ye air, Alice.
It'll be a tale for iv'ry mother to flyte childer with." "The wind did come with a great bouze," said John. "It must have been the helm-wind, for sure; yet I cannot mind that I saw the helm-bar. Never in my born days did I see a horse go off with such a burr." "And you could not catch hold on it, any of you, ey?" asked one of the company with a shadow of a sneer.
"An' if I was a Prod'stint," she cried, "I'd not have to pay money iv'ry time I wanted to hear mass. I'd not be out on the street here, not knowin' where I'm goin' to, ner how I'm to live. It's thim that knows how to take care o' their own givin' the women worrk, an' takin' the childer off to the farrms, an' all the like o' that. You Dogans " Mrs.
"Well," returned the foreman, "iv'ry thing's wid you this mornin' but yure head," and he pointed out several blunders which Dennis had made. "Sure, an' I'm sorry for that," he said with blushing contriteness; "it will not happen again." The foreman, however, had told the truth only in part, for Dennis had left not only his head behind him, but a considerable portion of his heart.
It's treatin' iv'ry b'y he is, an' poundin' on the bar Till iv'ry man he's drinkin' wid must shmoke a foine cigar; An' Missus Murphy's little Kate, that's coomin' there for beer, Can't pay wan cint the bucketful, the whilst that Chairley's here! He's joompin' oor the tops o' sthools, the both forninst an' back! He'll lave yez pick the blessed flure, an' walk the straightest crack!
It's aff with her apron and on with her bonnet, iv'ry chance. I reckon ye'd like a silk gown, ye wad." "Never mind my clothes," said Liza. Mrs. Garth gave her no time to say more, for, at the full pitch of indignation, she turned to Rotha, and added: "And ye're a rare pauchtie damsel. Ye might have been bred at Court, you as can't muck a byre."
Flora says he niver see more th'n one jist one big, long, ugly-faced horrible black one; the same one comin' back an' makin' a fizzin' n'ise at um iv'ry time he had the fit on um. 'Twas alw'ys the same snake; an' he'd holler at Flora. 'Here it comes ag'in, oh, me soul! he'd holler.
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