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What par-r-rt of the bir-r-d will ye have, Aloysius?" "A drumstick," announced Aloysius. "A drumstick it is polish that now, ye spalpane, and polish it well. And Alice, me dear, phat will youse hev?" pursued Mr. Murphy. "I'll take a leg, too, Mr. Murphy," said the oldest Roach girl. "Quite right. Iv'ry par-r-rt stringthens a par-r-rt an' 'tis a spindle-shanks I notice ye air, Alice.
He has enough to tell us if he would, and some day the dam of his speech will go busted, and we'll hear it all." "Is he afraid to tell us who he really is?" asked Ruth, doubtfully. "I think so, Miss," said the cobbler. "He is fearin' something that I know. But phat that same is, I dunno!" Neale O'Neil had made good at school. He had gained the respect of Mr.
"Why, nothing's settled as yet; but it is understood that if this experimental model proves a success " But my cry had summoned aid. Above us, and hidden by the roof of the car, some one shouted: "Hallo! Phat is it?" "Hallo!" I returned. "Air ye in the box?" said the voice, its owner evidently astonished. "Yes! Get an ax!" "Phat?" "An ax!" I repeated.
While braced against the door he hesitated whether to close it or to let go and expel the intruder. Paul turned and helped him close the door against the fierce gusts of wind pouring in. The man recovered himself and inquired: "Phere air ye frum?" "New York," responded Paul. "Phat air ye doin' here? How did ye come?" Paul explained to him that he had left a ship that night when off Cape Clear.
Go back, Oi say. Phat will the young ladies be thinkin' of yez? Ye kin do no good here, dear Dochter." This was quite true. He could do no good. And, as it turned out later, the unfortunate, forgetful, short-sighted old gentleman had already done a great deal of harm.
"Phat are ye wantin' wi' 'em?" "I'll tell ye when ye get there. Just thry; ye'll be yondther afore ye know it." Cautiously Sandy rolled over on his stomach and pushed two shrunken little legs out from the covers.
He reported to the Corner House girls later how it "went off." "'For phat we are about to resave, as Father Dooley says Aloysius, ye spalpane! ye have an eye open, squintin' at the tur-r-rkey! 'lit us be trooly thankful," observed Mr. Con Murphy, standing up to carve the huge, brown bird. "Kape your elbows off the table, Aloysius Roach ye air too old ter hev such bad manners.
I said to him, "Patsey, how did the bear get away?" "He runned away, sure, sur." "Yes; but how did he get loose?" "He aited the rope aff, I suppose, sure. I seed him goin', and thought it'd be no harm to spake to the boys, sur." "That was all right, Patsey; but you didn't turn him loose, did you?" "I turn him loose, sur! Phat would I be doin' that fur?"
By the way the place is located, the sleeping-room must be upstairs in the rear, and I might pound till doomsday without any one hearing me." Nevertheless, he rapped loudly upon the door, not once, but several times, and so hard that he drew the attention of the policeman on that beat. "Phat are you trying to do?" asked the officer as he came up.
As he approached the tavern and saw Paul and the guard at the door, he shouted loudly to the crowd to separate, as though wishing to show Paul the blood in his favorite mare. He punched her with a little stick from which the sharp point of a nail protruded and by a dexterous movement dodged the flying hind feet that were aimed at his head. "Phat de ye think o' that, sur? There's blood fur ye."
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