He was ten years younger than Ganger, but his thin, bloodless hands, watery eyes, their lids edged with red, and bald head covered by a black velvet skull-cap made him look that much older.
"Nat talks too much, Mr.O'Day," he piped in a high-keyed voice.

"I often tell Nat that he's got a loose hinge in his mouth, and he ought to screw it tight or it will choke him some day when he isn't watching.

He! He!" And a wheezy laugh filled the room.
"Shut up, you old sardine! You don't talk enough.

If you did you'd get along better.

I'll tell you, Mr.O'Day, what Sam does.