God bless you, sor! Mary be kind to you, sor! Sure the angels'll watch over you every day you live and breathe!" Captain Elisha bolted for the parlor, the sufferer firing a gatling fusillade of blessings after him.

Mrs.Moriarty continued the bombardment, as she escorted him to the door of the flat.
"There! there!" protested the captain.

"Just belay! cut it short, there's a good woman! I'll admit I'm a saint and would wear a halo instead of a hat if 'twa'n't so unfashionable.

Good day.

If you need anything you ain't got, tell the nurse." The grateful Irish woman did not intend to let him escape so easily.
"Aw, sor," she went on, "it's all right for you to make fun.