Bridget—So it shall. The entire communerty of inhabitints is invoited to be prisint at a gran Christmas party, with a tree, refrishments and an intertainmint, in McCarthy’s fore room the noight afther Christmas.
Elsie—No, not the night after; I want it the Christmas Day on.
Bridget—And so it will be, bedad! I hereby make the announcemint that Christmas at McCarthy’s will be the twinty-sixth of Dacimber this year, and thot’s whin we’ll have our grand hippodromy.
Mickey—Begorry, it’s mither knows the grand worrds!
Carlotta—My Antonio, he giva da peanutta and da poppa, and da bambinos sewa it da stringa on.
Hilda—I can sweetmeats make.
Chloe—Ole Chloe know how make all de good tings—de crullahs an’ cakes.
Katie—Mither makes foine melasses candy.
Bridget—Yis, ’n I know how to make a whole cirrcus of animiles, all av cooky dough.