Think av thot! She's been hoidin' me frum the officers fer matrimoonial poorpuses.

Take me away from her, Frankie, darlint! Oi've kilt a thramp, and I'm in peril av bein' hoong for it; but I'd rather be hoong than to marry such a cat as thot! Bad cess to her!" "Gentlemen, the poor fellow is out of his head!" the woman purred, modulating that shrieking voice.

"His head has been hurt, and he don't know nothin' that he's talkin' 'bout." Barney clung to Merriwell and Hodge as if he feared the woman would drag him bodily away from these friends.
"Oi suppose thot she may be able to foorce me into marryin' her," he moaned.

"Oi kilt a thramp, and Oi wor hidin' frum the officers--may the divil floy away wid thim--and Oi sneaked intil her house, d'ye moind, and hid me loike a fool under her bed.

The crayther had been lookin' under thot bed for forty years to foind a man! And whin she let her ould oyes loight on me, she pulled me out av there; an' she's been kapin' me and scarin' me intil fits and hoidin' me from the officers iver since--and, bad cess to her, nixt wake she wor goin' to marry me." "Why did you sneak round the hotel and along the paths in that queer way ?" Frank asked, after the vinegary-visaged and matrimonially inclined female had departed in despair and disgust, and he had Barney alone.
"That still puzzles me.