I stood in my socks, and the squire measured it with his tape." "Well, there's half-an-inch between us if he's right; but that tape's been measuring the O'Moores from the days of St.Patrick, and I've a notion it has shrunk with age.

I think my clothes will do for you." "Thank you, thank you, Willie! You're very good." In a few minutes O'Brien came out with his arms full of clothes, and pursued by his master's voice.
"O'Brien's bringing you the things; can he go in?
Be quick and finish off that fresh-water business, old fellow, and get into them.

I promised not to be late." I tried to read a newspaper, but the cross-fire of talk forbade anything like attention.
"Was ye wanting me, sorr ?" "No, no.

Never mind me, O'Brien.

Attend to Mr.O'Moore.