She said he would die sure without his home comforts." "Humph! I should think more likely he'd die with 'em, or under 'em.

I watch that fleshy wife of his with fear and tremblin'.

Every time she goes nigh the bed I expect her to trip over a young one and fall.

And if she fell on that poor rack-o'-bones," with a wave of the hand toward the invalid, "'twould be the final smash--like a brick chimney fallin' on a lath hencoop." At that moment the "brick chimney" herself entered the rooms and the nurse accosted her.
"Captain Warren here," she said, "was asking where you all found sleeping quarters." Mrs.Moriarty smiled broadly.

"Sure, 'tis aisy," she explained.