“That's a great disappointment!” exclaimed Bodkin. A sentiment fully concurred in by the ladies, who both declared that they'd never have, come so far only to look at pigs and “shorthorns.”
“Maybe we 'll get a peep at the gardens,” said Bodkin, endeavoring to console them.
“And the sow!” broke in Peter Hayes, who had joined the party some time before. “They tell me she's a beauty. She's Lord Somebody's breed, and beats the world for fat!”
“Here's Scanlan now, and he 'll tell us everything,” said Bodkin. But the sporting attorney, mounted on a splendid little horse, in top condition, passed them at speed, the few words he uttered being lost as he dashed by.
“What was it he said?” cried Bodkin.
“I didn't catch the words,” replied Nelligan; “and I suppose it was no great loss.”
“He's an impudent upstart!” exclaimed Mrs. Clinch.
“I think he said something about a breakfast,” meekly interposed Mr. Clinch.
“And of course he said nothing of the kind,” retorted his spouse. “You never happened to be right in your life!”
“Faix! I made sure of mine before I started,” said old Hayes, “I ate a cowld goose!”