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Tapp, were you in a boating accident yesterday?" cried Miss Louder. "I was overboard yes," responded Lawford, but rather blankly, for he was startled by the lightkeeper's statement. "What do you mean, Jonas?" to the lightkeeper. "Didn't Betty Gallup haul me inboard?" "Bet Gallup nawthin'!" exploded Jonas with disgust. "She handled that sloop o' yourn all right. I give her credit for that.
"He's nawthin' but a kid, annyhow, no oldher thin me oldest boy; an' I know what a fool he'd be if anny wan ast him to be more iv a fool thin he is. Hobson 'll be famous, no matther what foolish things he does." "I dinnaw," said Mr. Dooley. "It was headed f'r him; but I'm afraid, as th' bull-yard players 'd say, fame's been kissed off." "What ar-re ye goin' to do Patrick's Day?" asked Mr.
"They was no insurance A good avnin' to ye, Mrs. Doyle. Ye're goin' over, thin? I was there las' night, an' a finer wake I niver see. They do nawthin' be halves. How was himsilf? As natural as life? Yes, ma'am, rayqueem high mass, be carredges to Calv'ry. "On th' twinty-fifth iv Siptimber a change come.
"Malachy or Matt? Dinnis or Mike? Sarsfield or William Hogan? There's a Hogan f'r ivry block in th' Ar-rchey Road, an' wan to spare. There's nawthin' th' matter with anny iv thim; but, if ye mean Hogan, th' liquor dealer, that r-run f'r aldherman, I'll say to ye he's all right.
I see be his face Spoort Hinnissy was growin' excited. 'Sure, says he, 'there's nawthin' like it, he says. 'Martin, he says, 'I'll challenge ye to race, he says. 'So ye will, says I. 'So ye will, I says. 'Will ye do it? says he.
Her feelings thus a little relieved, she examined Red Top-knot's leg with care. It was hopelessly shattered and mangled. "Ye cain't never scratch with that ag'in, ye cain't!" muttered Mrs. Gammit, compassionately. "Poor dear, ther ain't nawthin' fer it but to make vittles of ye now! Too bad! Too bad! Ye was always sech a fine layer an' a right smart setter!"
It was while the lecturer was expatiating on this subject of titles, that he broke out in the following language: "Don't talk to me," he bellowed for by this time his voice had risen to the pitch of a methodist's, in a camp-meeting "Don't talk to me of antiquity, and time, and length of possession, as things to be respected. They're nawthin jest nawthin' at all.
"Sometimes," continued the old foretop-man solemnly, "I have wondered why the Lard saw good to take my legs to Himsalf. Rack'n I knaw now." He reached out a huge hand, gripped the little rifleman and pulled him closer. "There's nawthin cut to waste in this world," he whispered huskily.
If they didn't, th' best they cud do was to say nawthin' about it. 'Twas th' back iv th' hand an' th' sowl iv th' fut to th' la-ad that put his spoon first into th' stirabout. Between th' whalin's we got at school h'isted on th' back iv th' big boy that was bein' thrainned to be a Christyan brother an' th' thumpin's we got at home, we was kept sore an' sthraight fr'm wan year's end to another.
I reckon he needs it right bad around now. Nawthin' ain't a gwine tuh do pore George any lastin' good till he pulls up stakes an' gits outen this low kentry. If he was only on a farm up on higher land I reckon the shakes'd give the critter the go-by. But George, he cain't never raise the money he'd have tuh put up, tuh rent a farm an' buy the stock foh it."
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