thermomether

Updated: May 21, 2025

It was very sudden; an', steppin' out iv th' ice-box where I slept in th' mornin', I got a chill. I wint for me flannels, an' stopped to look at th' thermomether. It was four hundherd an' sixty-five." "How much?" asked Mr. McKenna. "Four hundherd an' sixty-five." "Fahrenheit?" "No, it belonged to Dorsey. Ah! well, well, an' here's Cassidy. Come in, frind, an' have a shell iv beer.

Finley Peter Dunne - Mr. Dooley: In the Hearts of His Countrymen