He's a liar! If ye ain't got a mother, and a good one, I don't know who has.

That's the way with them town-crabs, allus cussin' somebody better'n themselves." When Fogarty had tilted the big plank against the side of the cabin and the boys had entered the kitchen in search of the mess of clams, the fisherman winked to his wife, jerked his head meaningly over one shoulder, and Mrs.Fogarty, in answer, followed him out to the woodshed.
"Them sneaks from Barnegat, Mulligan's and Farguson's boys, and the rest of 'em, been lettin' out on Archie: callin' him names, sayin' he ain't got no mother and he's one o' them pass-ins ye find on yer doorstep in a basket.

I laughed it off and he 'peared to forgit it, but I thought he might ask ye, an' so I wanted to tip ye the wink." "Well, ye needn't worry.

I ain't goin' to tell him what I don't know," replied the wife, surprised that he should bring her all the way out to the woodshed to tell her a thing like that.
"But ye DO know, don't ye ?" "All I know is what Uncle Ephraim told me four or five years ago, and he's so flighty half the time and talks so much ye can't believe one-half he says--something about Miss Jane comin' across Archie's mother in a horsepital in Paris, or some'er's and promisin' her a-dyin' that she'd look after the boy, and she has.

She'd do that here if there was women and babies up to Doctor John's horsepital 'stead o' men.