Will ye give six cans iv milk for a bottle iv the old stuff ?' 'How'll ye do it ?' sez I.
'Trust me,' sez he.

'Give me the cans.

'Tis cold out iv doors, an' I've a pair iv candle-moulds.' "An' it's the sacred truth I'm tellin' ye all, an' if ye run across Bill Moran he'll back me word; for what does Dave Harney do but lug off me six cans, freeze the milk into his candle-moulds, an' trade them in to bill Moran for a bottle iv tanglefoot!" As soon as he could be heard through the laughter, Harney raised his voice.

"It's true, as McCarthy tells, but he's only told you the half.
Can't you guess the rest, Matt ?" Matt shook his head.
"Bein' short on milk myself, an' not over much sugar, I doctored three of your cans with water, which went to make the candles.

An' by the bye, I had milk in my coffee for a month to come." "It's on me, Dave," McCarthy admitted.