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It may be we'll be hungry yis, an' cold, too wanst in a while. But it won't be for long." "But town is a bad place for boys, I'm told," urged the neighbor. "Not for mine," answered the widow quietly. "They're their father's b'ys, an' I can depind on 'em. They moind me loightest word. Come here, Pat, an' Moike, an' Andy, an' Jim, an' Barney, an' Tommie!" Obediently the six drew near.
But now we know phy ye're here. We're pr-roud ye're wan av us." "What do you mean you know why I am here? I am here because I needed a job, and Appleton hired me." "Sure, lad. But, ye moind th' picture in yer pocket. 'Twas a woman." "But " "'Tis none av our business, an' 'tis nayther here nor there. Av there's a woman at th' bottom av ut, 'tis rayson enough phwativer happens." Bill laughed.
"D'ye mane to soy that Bridget O'Shaughnessy bought the mate to that joo-ul box to ship that dhrunken divil to Purgatory in?" "Yes, madam." "Then Pat shall go to heaven in the twin to it, if it takes the last rap the O'Flaherties can raise; and moind you, stick on some extras, too, and I'll give ye another dollar."
"Jist loike your father, you are, Pat. He wasn't niver afraid of tryin' nothin', an' siven b'ys takes cookin'. An' to hear you say you'll do it, whin I've larnt you, of course, aises me moind wonderful. There's some as wouldn't do it, Pat. I'm jist tellin' you this to let you know you're better than most." And she smiled upon him lovingly.
If it comes to rowlin' down, I'll let ye have the first rowl. I've no moind to git ahead of me betthers." "Try it, my lad," said Thurstane. "The real danger comes with the last man. He will have to trust to the bayonet alone." "An' what'll I do whirl I get down there?" "Take the traps off the cord as we send them down, and pile them on the rock."
And him a-loikin' nice clothes as well as any one, only he can't get 'em because it's poor we are, ma'am. Not that there's anything wrong about that. 'Tis the Lord's will that it's so, and we're doin' our best with it. But Pat's young. He didn't mean to tell me of it, but his moind bein' full of it, it slipped out.
Look at old Pozzie. 'E's flesh an' blood, and don't turn an 'air! For myself I'll go potty one o' these days. You don't take no notice, do you, old lump o' duff? POZZIE. Oi woulden moind if I got moy rations; but a chap can't keep a good 'eart if 'e's got an empty stummick. You keep yer 'eart in yer stomach, don't yer? You ain't got no mind, you ain't.
"I wonder if my goose will be a little lonely," said Tattine, as they all stood about, watching Patrick nail on the laths. "Faith and it will thin," said Mrs. Kirk. "It never came to my moind that they wouldn't all three be together. Here's little Grey-wing to keep Blue-ribbon company," and Mrs.
"D'yer moind me 'aving a look at it, sir?" "Oh, certainly not," and my friend got off his camp-stool to let the critic have an uninterrupted view. The subject was a careful study of wild flowers and herbage, growing in the corner of an orchard. The old fellow seemed to take the picture in very carefully, and at length said: "Is it a view in Ireland, sir?" "View in Ireland!
"An' you take this yer bundle and bile it in two gallons of wather and drink a glassful ivery hour, an' hev a loive chicken sphlit with an axe an' laid hot on the place twicet ivery day, till the proud flesh goes, an' it'll be all right wid ye a fresh chicken ivery toime, moind ye." "Wouldn't turkeys do better?" groaned Sam, feebly.
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