Enter Crossin.
Crossin. I wonder where McSwegan is? He promised to meet me here. As I was coming around the corner a little girl looked at me in the face, and says: “There’s General Grant.” I looked around and says: “You lie, sis,” but I don’t think she seen the point. Another little fellow says: “Stag the Mick with the lantern jaw.”
Enter McSwegan.
McS. Good-morning, Barney.
Cros. Good-afternoon.
McS. What kept you so quick?
Cros. I couldn’t come any later.
McS. Have you had any trouble lately at your home?
Cros. Yes, we had a railroad accident.