Motley groups emerged at times from Ann's castle and departed in taxis.
"And Gawd knows where," said Mrs.Ryan from the third floor front of the tenement that faced the street.

"They're a wild bunch and my Cassie'll never travel wid 'em.

Last week the architeks rigged up somethin' fierce and danced in 'the streets of Paris,' wid bullyvard cafes, they called 'em, built into the dance hall, an actress singin' the Marseillaise in a flag, and a Roosian hussy dancin' in boots.

And Mr.O'Neill, God save him for a pleasant gentleman though a bit wild in the eye, took my Dinny up to be a gamin.

Gay-min.