He stopped there. He could go no farther for several minutes.
"I hate a maan that gowls, but—"
"Go on," I said, "have a good one and Mary and I will wash the cups and saucers."
"D'ye know what he wants t' help me fur?" Mary asked, with her mouth close to his ear.
"No."
"He wants t' dhry thim so he can kiss her cup whin he wipes it! Kiss her cup, ye mind; and right content with that!"
"I don't blame 'im," said he, "I'd kiss th' very groun' she walked on!"
As we proceeded to wash the cups, Mary asked:
"Diz th' ministhers in America wash dishes?"
"Some of them."