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"We'll hev a splindid toime of it entoirely. Faith, Oi'll go and git me hair cut, to look like a jintlemin, afore I says yer sisther an' yer fayther and moother!" "I think I'll do the same, Mick," said I. "They haven't seen me in my bluejacket rig yet, and I want to look as smart as I can too!"
He had no such speed, but to prevent mistakes Mickey caught his favorite by driving him into one of the padded shipping-boxes, and proceeded with the gate-keeper's punch to earmark him. The punch was sharp; a clear star was cut out of the thin flap, when Mickey exclaimed: "Faix, an' Oi'll punch for ivery toime ye cross the coorse." So he cut six stars in a row.
Ve vill give der yoonger a chance," the brewer said. When Dennis called the next day, he was "spacheless" at the new developments. He wrung Peter's hand. "Arrah, what can Oi say to yez?" he exclaimed finally. Then having found something, he quickly continued: "Now, Patsy Blunkers, lookout for yezself. It's the divil Oi'll give yez in the primary this year."
The minute I've done me taties it's down in the laundry Oi'm goin', an' Oi'll not bother ye at all; but here, take this schmall, little candle wid ye whan ye go in, fer it's that dhark ye'll not see yer hand forninst ye," and she caught up a candle from the shelf. "No, no! I don't want any light; the darker it is the better." "It's crackin' yer head aff ye'll be."
Blob stared, breathing like a beast. "Don't you ave two arms on you?" he asked at last curiously. "I get along very well with one, thank you." "Mus. Poiper, he've got no legs only ends loike," pursued Blob. The Parson hailed him. "Hi! are you coming ashore with us, or will you stay with this gentleman to fight the French?" The boy wagged his head cunningly. "Oi'll goo with Maaster Sir.
While driving along the, Liffy one day Pat said: "Would ye loike a little devarsion, Captain? If ye do, Oi'll take ye through Pill Lane; but ye must look out fur yure head, sur."
"Faith, ye oogly yaller-faced raskil," he cried, putting up his fists in the scientific way we had learnt from long practice on board with the gloves under our gymnasium instructor, "Oi'll knock ye into the middle of nixt Soonday wake, ef ye don't kape a civil toongue in yer hid an' put yer owld dhrumsticks behint ye!"
Ye'll not go shnakin' off wid thim harses. Ye'll bide here till Oi come back." The other made a whimper of protest, but Irish Fallon reached out a great hairy hand and shook him roughly. "Yez moind now, an' Oi mane ut! Here ye shtay. An' av ye ain't here, ye'd bether kape on goin'. F'r th' nixt toime Oi lay eyes on ye Oi'll br-reak ye in two! An' don't ye fergit ut!"
Sure, Tom, me darlint, as he's bin an' gone an' saved the noomber ov yer mess, be the powers, Oi'll spake to Father O'Flannagan whin I git back to Porchmouth an' ax him fur to say a mass, sure, fur the poor beggar, so that his sowl may rest in paice. May the saints protict him!" Three days afterwards, without any further adventure, we anchored in Funchal Roads.
It's out here oi'll sthand, glory be to God, all night, without movin' a fut till the sarjint comes to take me, av ye won't levil them oiyes at me like that. Ah, whirra! look at that now! but it's a gooddess she is the livin' Jaynus of warr, standin' there like a statoo, wid her alybaster fut put forward."
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