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Updated: June 22, 2025


'Scuse ma laffin', Mr. Moore he! he! he!" A little man, all wet and shrunk, sat hunching on a mound above them, rocking his shrivelled form to and fro in the agony of his merriment. "Ye raskil he! he! Ye rogue he! he!" and he shook his fist waggishly at the unconscious gray dog.

"'Ye'll foind her in the barrun, sez Oi, 'though Oi hate to hev yez disturb her slapin'. It makes her drame an' that's bad fur the milk. "An' next thing them two robbers wuz laffin' at each other fur fools. Then the little wan sez: "'Now, Granny, we'll lave ye in pace, if ye'll niver say a wurrud o' this' but the other wan seemed kind o' sulky.

Whang him! An' I thought th' old raskil would die av laffin'. "We ware crowdin' around thim to see th' fun, an' th' way that old gal whanged an' lammed, an' lammed an' whanged, wud have brung tears to yer eyes.

An' another of 'em war signin, at me agin an' agin, like he was drawin' a cross in the air one pass down an' then one across an' the other reb war jes' laffin' fur joy, and wunst in a while he yelled out: 'Blessin's on ye! Blessin's! Blessin's! I dun'no' how fur I hearn that sayin'. The rocks round the creek war repeatin' it, whenst I crossed the f oot-bredge.

The reader may praps recklect a very affecting letter which was published in the last chapter of these memoars; in which the writer requested a loan of five hundred pound from Mr. Algernon Deuceace, and which boar the respected signatur of the Earl of Crabs, Mr. Deuceace's own father. It was that distinguished arastycrat who was now smokin and laffin in our room.

"Me name's Tim Rooney, as I tould you afore, Misther Gray- ham sure, an' it's fond I am ov bacon, avic, an' ham, too, by the same token! I'd have ye to know, as ye're a foorst-class apprentice which kills me enthirely wid the laffin' sure! that I'm the bosun av the Silver Quane; an' as we're agoin' to be shipmets togither, I hopes things'll be moighty plisint atwane us, sure."

"Well, he an' Miss Robin dey went on by, er laffin' an' er talkin' wid one ernudder; an' de Jay he sot dar, wid his head turnt one side, er steddin an' er steddin ter hisse'f; an' by'mby, atter he made up his min', he sot right ter wuck, he did, an' fix him er trap.

Pete watched him with growing unfriendliness. "You're rattled some," he said at last, with elaborate sarcasm. Then, as Beasley stood up choking with laughter and rubbing his eyes, he went on: "Seems to me I asked you a civil question." Beasley nodded, and guffawed again. "You sure did," he said at last, stifling his mirth as he beheld the other's threatening frown. "Well, I ain't laffin' at you.

"It takes lots of laffin' to keep things even!" But things on this old planet seemed even enough the next day, when, after a dozen hours of much needed sleep, the campers' eyes opened upon a scene which might have stirred any sluggish blood and they were not sluggards. A fresh breath of frost was in the air to quicken circulation and hunger.

Roberts, sez he, and off he marched. Sure the whole town is laffin' at the mane auld snake." "Murther an' Irish!" was all Uncle could say. "An' he says he's Scotch. 'Tisn't in raison that a Scotchman could do it." Father Murray was ignorant of the admiration he had excited; he walked quickly toward the railway, for McCarthy lived "over the tracks."

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