Mary. Denny Burns.
Brid. Who?
Mary. Denny Burns.
Brid. Niver! Do ye suppose that I would allow me daughter to go to a ball wid such a pill as he? Dinny Burns is a foine young man——
Mary. Of course he is; he’s a masher.
Brid. I’ll mash his head if he comes foolin’ around here. A feller that wears a soup dish hat and a pickadilly collar, and wears a bunch of asparagus in his button-hole. Begorra, Mary Ann, next yez will be asking me to allow yez to go down to Coney Island wid an alderman’s son.
Mary. Denny’s a real nice boy.
Brid. Ye are giving me taffy.
Mary. And he says that you are the freshest old daisy on this block.
Brid. And ye stood by and heard him insulting of yer mother widout kicking him over?