Them Irish is like that, you can never tell which.
"No," says she, "he fell off of it.

And I'm thinking you don't know what it is yourself." And the next thing I know I'm eased out o' the back door and she's grinning at me scornful through the crack of it.
So I was walking slow around toward the front of the house thinking how the Irish was a great nation, and what shall I do now, anyhow?
And I says to myself: "Danny, you was a fool to let that circus walk off and leave you asleep in this here town with nothing over you but a barbed wire fence this morning.

Fur what ARE you going to do next?
First thing you know, you WILL be a reg'lar tramp, which some folks can't be made to see you ain't now." And jest when I was thinking that, a feller comes down the front steps of that house on the jump and nabs me by the coat collar.
"Did you come out of this house ?" he asts.
"I did," I says, wondering what next.
"Back in you go, then," he says, marching me forward toward them front steps, "they've got smallpox in there." I like to of jumped loose when he says that.
"Smallpox ain't no inducement to me, mister," I tells him.

But he twisted my coat collar tight and dug his thumbs into my neck, all the time helping me onward with his knee from behind, and I seen they wasn't no use pulling back.

I could probable of licked that man, but they's no system in mixing up with them well-dressed men in towns where they think you are a tramp.