Mary. (Outside.) Come into the room, Denny. The old folks have all gone to bed.
Brid. The spalpeen’s comin’ into the room, d’ye moind it?
Ber. Whist! hide, and we’ll give him ballyglory.
[Bridget hides under table, Bernard behind bureau.
Enter Mary and Denny at door.
Mary. We have had a good racket, ain’t we, Denny?
Den. Yez are givin’ it ter me straight. Did yer see me mash that son of cross-eyed McCarty for saying that yez had a foot like a giraffe?
Mary. Did you kill him?
Den. No; but I broke the sucker’s jaw. Where are the two old figger-heads?
Mary. What figger-heads?