"Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed as he slapped me on the knee. "Well, well, well, if that wudn't make a brass monkey laugh!"
"Say," he said to me, "d'ye mind th' night ye come home covered wi' clabber—"
"Whisht!" I said, as I put my mouth to his ear. "I only want to mind that he had three very beautiful daughters!"
"Did ye iver spake t' aany o' thim?" Jamie asked.
"Yes."
"Whin?"
"When I sold them papers."
"Ha, ha, a ha'penny connection, eh?"
"It's betther t' mind three fine things about a maan than wan mean thing, Jamie," Anna said.
"If both o' ye's on me I'm bate," he said.