“Still, I did not want to have anything to do with his losing his position. It’s not likely he will be able to strike another place very soon.”
“Nivver. It’s done fer he is.”
“That is why I am sorry. He is an old man, and he has not saved a cent. How will he live?”
“Perhaps not; but it is a sad thing to see an old man like him, who might be something, shut out with nothing.”
“It’s tinder-hearruted ye are, me b’y; but it don’t pay to be to saft in this worruld. Ye’re not thought a bit more av fer it. It’s more loikely they will be afther thinkin’ yez too aisy, an’ dispise yez for thot.”
Frank realized that this was true.
“Some day ye’ll be afther havin’ an engine av yer own,” said Larry; “an’ Oi hope it’ll be me luck ter foire fer yez.”
“I hope you may,” said Frank. “I think we’d be able to get along.”
“Foriver, me b’y! Oi’d sthick ter yez loike glue. But it’s ould Joe yez warnt to look out fer now. He’ll thry to do yez th’ firrust chance he gets.”