“Yes?”
“It’s thrubled with thinkin’ I am.”
“And what are you thinkin’ about?” asked Patsy anxiously.
“I was thinkin’,” replied Con, “that if you were inside the Big House and I was outside you might maybe hand me out wan or two, or maybe three, of thim silver spoons and forks.”
“But, sure, that would be stealin’,” said Patsy.
“Who said it wouldn’t?” answered Con.
There was no reply to be made to this, so they trudged along in silence.
They had not gone more than two hundred yards when Con left the drive and turned down a path to the right.