Off to the Wilds: Being the Adventures of Two Brothers

“Just look at him, Dick. Be quiet; don’t speak.”
“Oh, the dirty sunburnt little varmint! I’d like the job o’ washing him.”
“If you say another word, Dinny, I’ll give you a crack with your own stick.”
“An’ is it meself would belave you’d hurt your own man Dinny wid a shtick, Masther Jack? Why ye wouldn’t knock a fly off me.”
“Then be quiet. I want to see what he’s going to do.”
“Shure an’ it’s one of the masther’s owld boots I threw away wid me own hands this morning, because it hadn’t a bit more wear in it. An’ look at the dirty unclane monkey now.”
“He’ll hear you directly, Dinny, and I want to see what he’s going to do. Hold your tongue.”
“Shure an’ ye ask me so politely, Masther Jack, that it’s obliged to be silent I am.”
“Pa was quite right when he said you had got too long a tongue.”
“Who said so, Masther Jack?”
“Pa—papa!”