Brid. Yis; he went an’ pawned the stove to raise a banner wid. Shure he thinks that he’ll be Congressman afore long, an’ ruin the prospects av his childer intirely.
Den. Will he be home soon?
Brid. I’m expecting him every moment. Oh, Denny, I wish ye would rayson wid him.
Den. So I will, Bridget. His conduct, be heaven, is scandalous in the extreme!
Brid. But don’t be too hard wid him. Patrick manes well.
Den. I’ll thrate him dacent. [Aside.] I’ll kick the devil’s left lung out av him if he gives me any av his unpolite conversation.
[Noise outside. Enter Patrick, staggering. Throws hat on floor, and reels front.
Pat. May I inquire, Missus Grady, who’s a been putting grease on the front piazzy?
Brid. Nobody, Patrick.