"What's up?" I asked.
He pointed to the sign that read:
"Great Slaughter in Clothing."
"Sure," said he, "the gossoon was mad clane through because I wint in and asked to see one av thim kilt suits," and he laughed so hard that he choked half to death over a set of false teeth.
Speaking of teeth, that was pretty tough on Snyder when his little son and heir took to giving away family secrets so recklessly.
It seems that Snyder had been treating himself to a new set of teeth.
The youngster thought the event of sufficient importance to be related to the minister when he called.
And quite naturally the good dominie, much amused, asked what would become of the old ones.
"Oh, I suppose," replied little James, with a look of resignation; "they'll cut 'em down and make me wear 'em."
