“That’s all to-noight, barrin’ the bit av coffee. It’s a sore trial for him, poor sowl!”
“He thinks the world av her, do Larry, an’ it’ll be a hard job for him till lose her.” As he spoke Clancy dumped the ground coffee into a paper bag and with deft fingers tied it up. The song of the children came through the door:
“There came two dukes a-riding,
Riding, riding,
There came two dukes a-riding,
All on a summer’s day.”
“Go ’long out av that wid yez!” shouted Clancy; but the joyous little crew sang on unheeding:
“What are ye riding here for,
Here for, here for?
What are ye riding here for,