United States or New Zealand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
At that moment Mulrennan entered the room, with Atty behind him, but he had scarcely done so, when Art with all his strength flung the hard beach chair at his head; the lad, naturally anxious to avoid it, started to one side out of its way, and Atty, while in the act of stretching out his arms to run to his father, received the blow which had been designed for the other.
Little Atty, who had heard the conversation already detailed, begged his mammy not to send him to bed that night until his father would come home, especially as Mat Mulrennan, an in-door apprentice, who had been permitted that evening to go to see his family, had not returned, and he wished, he said, to sit up and let him in.
I looked it up and find it English and good old blunt English too. Damn the dean of studies and his funnel! What did he come here for to teach us his own language or to learn it from us. Damn him one way or the other! John Alphonsus Mulrennan has just returned from the west of Ireland. European and Asiatic papers please copy. He told us he met an old man there in a mountain cabin.
"You you don't! you kno know noth-in'; An' now I'll have a smash, by the the holy man, I'll I'll smash every thing in in the house." He then took up a chair, which, by one blow against the floor, he crashed to pieces. "Now," said he, "tha that's number one; whe where's that whelp, Mul Mulrennan, till I pay pay him for stayin' out so so late.
Old man had red eyes and short pipe. Old man spoke Irish. Mulrennan spoke Irish. Then old man and Mulrennan spoke English. Mulrennan spoke to him about universe and stars. Old man sat, listened, smoked, spat. Then said: Ah, there must be terrible queer creatures at the latter end of the world. I fear him. I fear his red-rimmed horny eyes.
"No, mammy, I wouldn't wish to lave you, for then you'd have no son at all; no, I wouldn't lave you I don't know what I'd do I'd like to stay wid you, and I'd like to go wid him, I'd " "Well, darlin', you won't be put to that trial this many a long day, I hope." Just then voices were heard at the door, which both recognized as those of Art and Mat Mulrennan the apprentice.
"What are you cryin' for now?" said he; "what are you cryin' for, I say?" he repeated, stamping his feet madly as he spoke; "stop at wanst, I'll have no cry cryin' what at somever." She instantly dried her eyes. "Wha what kep that blasted whelp, Mul Mulrennan, out till now, I say?" "I don't know indeed, Art."
Word Of The Day