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Updated: May 15, 2025
"You lie, I say, your faction never was able to fight ours; didn't we lick all your dirty breed in Builagh-battha fair?" "Silence there." "Will you meet us on Sathurday, and we'll fight it out clane!" "Ha-ha-ha! Tim, but you got a big fright, any how: whist, ma bouchal, sure I was only jokin' you; and sorry I'd be to bate your father's son, Tim. Come over, and sit beside myself at the fire here.
"'Patrick, said the doctor, in opening the case, 'what was the cause of that noise up stairs Saturday night? "'Well, Your Riverence, began Pat, and his small gray eyes twinkled as he cast a sly glance at me, 'Sathurday noight I fought I'd call on me cousin, who has just coom from the ould counthry, an' is workin' in the village' "'At Smith's, put in Al, by way of explanation."
And, moreover, didn't I hear Misther Cooper, the bleedin' doctor, say, myself, in the market, on Sathurday, that the people couldn't do a worse thing than cut their hair close, as it lets the sickness in by the head, and makes it tin times as hard upon them, when it comes."
And having stated that it was his firm intention to "dthraw next Sathurday, I give ye me secred word and honour next Sathurday, the fourteenth, when ye'll see the money will be handed over to me at Coutts's, the very instant I present the cheque," the Captain would not unfrequently propose to borrow a half-crown of his friend until the arrival of that day of Greek Calends, when, on the honour of an officer and gentleman, he would repee the thrifling obligetion.
The project, when broached, was certainly a startling one, and drove most of them to a pause, before they were sufficiently collected to give an opinion on its merits. "Nothin', boys, is asier," said Delaney. "There's to be a patthern in Ballymagowan, on next Sathurday an' that's jist half way betune ourselves and the Scanlan boys. Let us musther, an' go there, any how.
"We always wash the pavement on Sathurday." "But it doesn't do to wash the pavement," I returned, now trying to put a little reason into her head, "when it is so cold that water will freeze as soon as it touches the ground. The bricks become as slippery as glass, and people can't walk on them without falling." "Och! And what hev we till do wid the paple. Lot 'em look 'till their steps."
I exclaimed, "what possessed you to throw water on the pavement this morning?" "Faix! And how was I to get it clane, mim, widout wather?" coolly returned Biddy. "Clean!" "Yes, mim, clane." "There was no crying necessity to have it clean to-day. Didn't you see " "It's Sathurday, mim," interrupted Biddy, in a voice that showed the argument in her mind to be unanswerable.
"You'll excuse me," says the Pope, pocketing his money, "for we put the clock half an hour back, out ov compliment to your Riv'rence," says he, "and it was Sathurday morning afore he came up at all." "Well, it's no matther," says his Riv'rence, putting back his pound-note in his pocket-book.
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