I'm the jokin' kind, sor, meself.

Whin the flats where we used to be got afire and Pat had to lug me down the fire escape in his arms, they tell me I was laughin' fit to kill; that is, when I wasn't screechin' for fear he'd drop me.

And him, poor soul, never seein' the joke, but puffin' and groanin' that his back was in two pieces.

Ha, ha! Oh, dear! And him in two pieces now for sure and all! Aw, sor, it's all right for you to laugh it off, but what would we do without you?
You and Miss Caroline, God bless her!" "Caroline?
She doesn't come here, does she ?" "Indade she does.

Sure, she's the perfect little lady! Hardly a day passes--or a week, anyhow--that she doesn't drop in to see how the ould man's gettin' on." "Humph! Well, see that you don't tell her about me." Mrs.Moriarty held up both hands in righteous protestation.