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"Rules may be rules, but you can't fool Mike Flannery twice wid the same thrick whin ut comes to live stock, dang the rules. So long as Flannery runs this expriss office pigs is pets an' cows is pets an' horses is pets an' lions an' tigers an' Rocky Mountain goats is pets an' the rate on thim is twinty-foive cints."
"It's twinty-foive dollars is here. Where be's the misthress?" "I think I shall have to go and explain it to her," Mrs. Errol said. So she, too, went out of the room and Mr. Havisham was left alone for a while. He went to the window and stood looking out into the street reflectively.
"How thim clerks do loike to be talkin'! Me proceed to collect two dollars and twinty-foive cints off Misther Morehouse! I wonder do thim clerks know Misther Morehouse? I'll git it! Oh, yes! 'Misther Morehouse, two an' a quarter, plaze. 'Cert'nly, me dear frind Flannery. Delighted! Not!" Flannery drove the express wagon to Mr. Morehouse's door. Mr. Morehouse answered the bell.
'Thin it is decided yer pay at twinty-foive per cint., said Mr. Scully. 'Then, Captain Hibbert, said Mrs. Barton a little sternly, 'I am very sorry indeed, that we can't agree; but, after what has passed between us to-day, I do not think you will be justified in again trying to see my daughter.
Whin oi tould the Finn Club, wan hundred sthrong, he losht thim. Wan hundred and wan gone. Whin oi tould th' byes, he losht thim. Wan hundred an' six gone. An' whin they tould their twinty-foive apiece, ivery twinty-foive o' thim wint. Wan hundred an' six plus wan hundred an' twinty-foive makes two hundred an' thirty-wan votes losht at the shlammin' uv the front dure.
'Begad, sor, they were all aginst me for agraying to take the twinty-foive, whispered the well-to-do tenant who was talking to the agent. 'I fail to understand, said Captain Hibbert haughtily, 'that Miss Barton said anything that would lead me to suppose that she wished me to give her up. However, I do not see that anything would be gained by discussing this matter further. Good-morning, Mrs.
'Well, I don't know what we will do, for notices it is impossible to serve. Gad! I'll never forgit how we were pelted the other day such firing of stones, such blawing of horns! I think you'll have to give them the thirty; but we'll thry them at twinty-foive. 'And if they won't take it ? 'What! the thirty? They'll take that and jumping, you needn't fear. Here they come.
There ain't wan uv thim foive byes as don't conthrol twinty-foive votes, an' there ain't wan uv 'em as don't moind what the ould mon says to um. Not wan, sorr. An' they resints the turnin' down uv their father." "That's as it should be," said Perkins. "An' ut's as ut was, me young fri'nd. Whin oi wint home to me pershonal fri'nds at th' Finn Club, Misther Perkins had losht me. Wan gone.
"Ah, ha!" he cried as soon as he saw it was Flannery. "So you've come to your senses at last, have you? I thought you would! Bring the box in." "I hev no box," said Flannery coldly. "I hev a bill agin Misther John C. Morehouse for two dollars and twinty-foive cints for kebbages aten by his dago pigs. Wud you wish to pay ut?" "Pay Cabbages !" gasped Mr. Morehouse.
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