"Yes, yes, indeed, yer honour," said Tim, "y're a janyus! There's no doubt about that at all, at all! But——"
"Go on," I said.
"I was jist switherin'," said Tim, "what a wontherful thing ut is that a man kin always hev worruk whin he invints ut."
"Well, that's worth knowing, Tim," I said, disappointedly. "Did you learn anything else?"
"There's jist one thing that you forgot, yer honour."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Begorra, you forgot that if all the brains in the bunk-house wor put together they cudn't think of a thrick like that—the thrick of cleaning a window wid stuff from a dhrugstore! They aint got brains."
"Why haven't they?"
"Ach, begorra, I dunno except for the same raisin that a fish hasn't no horns!"
We retraced our steps to the drugstore and the tailor-shop and the hardware store, and paid our bills and I handed over what was left to Tim.