"Jimmy, dear auld fellow," he said, "how long has this been going on ?" "A million years," said Jimmy, shifting the corn-cutter to the hand that held his hat, that he might moisten his fingers with saliva and rub it across his parched lips.
"Jimmy, dear," Dannie's hand was on Jimmy's sleeve.

"Have ye been to town in the nicht, or anything like that lately ?" "No, Dannie, dear, I ain't," sneered Jimmy, setting his hat on the back of his head and testing the corn-cutter with his thumb.

"This ain't Casey's, me lad.

I've no more call there, at this minute, than you have." "It is Casey's, juist the same," said Dannie bitterly.

"Dinna ye know the end of this sort of thing ?" "No, bedad, I don't!" said Jimmy.