Here was one instance where the truth would serve better than any invention, so he virtuously told Dannie all about it.

Dannie thought of the lonely little woman next door, and rebelled.
"But, Jimmy!" he cried, "ye canna be gone all nicht again.

It's too lonely fra Mary, and there's always a chance I might sleep sound and wadna hear if she should be sick or need ye." "Then she can just yell louder, or come after you, or get well, for I am going, see?
He was a thrid peddler in a dinky little pleated coat, Dannie.

He laid up against the counter with his feet crossed at a dancing-girl angle.

But I will say for him that he was running at the mouth with the finest flow of language I iver heard.