Deh damn--" "Here, now," said her son.

"Take a drop on yourself." The mother raised lamenting eyes to the ceiling.
"She's deh devil's own chil', Jimmie," she whispered.

"Ah, who would t'ink such a bad girl could grow up in our fambly, Jimmie, me son.
Many deh hour I've spent in talk wid dat girl an' tol' her if she ever went on deh streets I'd see her damned.

An' after all her bringin' up an' what I tol' her and talked wid her, she goes teh deh bad, like a duck teh water." The tears rolled down her furrowed face.

Her hands trembled.
"An' den when dat Sadie MacMallister next door to us was sent teh deh devil by dat feller what worked in deh soap-factory, didn't I tell our Mag dat if she--" "Ah, dat's annuder story," interrupted the brother.