It's naht me that can be waalked on by a loafer like that an' me payin' him more than ever he was worth, an' him waalkin' aaf an' l'avin' the job half done. I'll fix him this time. I'll show him. I'll tache him to be comin' around an' disturbin' a man when he's at his work. I'll fix him now," and once more he began to move. But the great foreman was not so easily to be disposed of.
"What kind av a man is it that'll let himself be waalked on? There's no sinse in it. It's naht natchral. It's naht intinded that it should be so." "Very well," I said, smoothing the whole thing over, and so that ended. Well, the masons came, and a fine lot of pirates they surely were. Such independence! Such defiance!