Man, I'll tell ye a dead secret.

Ye ken the auld man ahint my chair--him that the silly folk ca' Rameses Second in their sport?
What think ye the auld body whispert to me but now?
That he likit ye weel--no less! Man, that sets ye up! Cornelius has not said so much for ony man these twenty year--so my jest is true enough, for all 'twas said in fleerin'; ye bear your years well and the credentials of them in your face.

Ye'll not be minding for an old man's daffin' ?" "Sure not! I'm a great hand at the joke-play myself," said Pete.

"And it's good for me to do the squirmin' myself, for once." "I thought so much.

I likit ye mysel', and I'll be thinkin' of you, nights, and your wild life out beyont.