"Ye old fool! Find out first how Frona darlin' stands, an' if it's pat she is, thin 'tis time for doin'." "Oh, McCarthy's all hunky," Dave Harney assured them later on, coming to the rescue of St.Vincent, who was getting the rough side of the Irishman's wit.

The evening was over and the company was putting on its wraps and mittens.

"Didn't tell you 'bout his visit to the cathedral, did he, when he was on the Outside?
Well, it was suthin' like this, ez he was explainin' it to me.

He went to the cathedral durin' service, an' took in the priests and choir-boys in their surplices,--_parkas_, he called 'em,--an' watched the burnin' of the holy incense.

'An' do ye know, Dave, he sez to me, 'they got in an' made a smudge, and there wa'n't a darned mosquito in sight.'" "True, ivery word iv it." Matt unblushingly fathered Harney's yarn.
"An' did ye niver hear tell iv the time Dave an' me got drunk on condensed milk ?" "Oh! Horrors!" cried Mrs.Schoville.