“Ohone!” cried Mrs Mahony, who was standing in the doorway behind her lord and master with the inevitable baby in her arms. “Sure, it’s crool to think of it, a fine figure of a man like him.”
She was voicing the general opinion of the female population, for, though Paddy was short, he was well built, and his deeds had given him at least two extra inches of stature.
“When the drink was in him, he wasn’t to hold or bind,” said Mr Stone reflectively.
“But he always kept his legs,” said Mr Mullins.
“Ay, he always kept his legs,” said Mr Stone.
[2]. “The head, neck, legs, and part of the body have been repaired; all the rest is the real horse.”—“Foreign Tour of Messrs. Brown, Jones, and Robinson.”
“O’Farrell’s hounds are meetin’ on the lawn of the Big House,” went on the cow-doctor after a pause.
“Tin o’clock,” said Bob Mahony.
“Are yiz goin’?” asked the cobbler.
“Maybe and not,” replied the sweep, who, since the affair of Mr Boxall, had risen still further in the estimation of the people. He had floored a Member of Parliament. The deed was accidental, but, still, he was only the man in the county, or the country either, who had done such a thing.