When little farther down the Lane, Pat said: "Look out now, Captain, do ye see the fat woman down there?
She's a beauty an' Oi'n goin' to shtir her up.

Ye'll hear a flow av iloquence such as ye niver heard in yure loife, sur.

Oi'm sorry she's on yure side as the car, sur.

Droivin' up, sur, ye wud not be so liable to get hit." At this moment, by a dexterous twist of the horse's head, the iron step struck the barrel and scattered the contents, while Pat leaned across and said: "Ye'll excuse me, Mrs.Olahan, that was an accident." "Oh it's ye," exclaimed the lady addressed, as she hurled the cup that she was drinking tea out of at Pat.

Then a torrent of language burst forth which could be heard far down the Lane as they drove quickly through; but not fast enough to escape the fusillade of decayed fish and every other missile, even to the head of a barrel, which could be hurled by Mrs.Olahan and her sympathizing friends.