"Of course ye can ask anything ye please, but I'll tell ye right off I don't belong here.
Every blessed thing here belongs to me and my man John." The passenger broke into a laugh.

He had evidently found a rara avis, and was enjoying the discovery to the full.

American types always interested him; this sample of Irish-New York was a revelation.
"Go on," smiled Kitty, "I'm waitin'." "Well, take this order to No.

3 Gramercy Park, and they will give you my two boxes, a shirt case, a roll of steamer-rugs, and some golf-sticks in a leather pouch, five pieces in all.

Get them down to the Cunard dock by eleven, and my servant will be there to take charge of them.