All on a summer’s day?”
The exact nature of the noble twain’s errand still remains a mystery, for the grocer bounced through the doorway and scattered the tots in every direction.
“Ye young villyans!” shouted Clancy with a great assumption of anger; “sure a body can’t hear themselves think, for yez. Don’t yez know that Mary Carroll do be at death’s dure, ye bla’gards!”
James Kelly polished the walnut top of his bar and nodded a “Good Luck” to Schwartz as the barber was about to swallow his evening glass of beer.
“I hear that young Murphy’s intended wife do be dyin’,” said he.
Schwartz wiped his mouth upon the towel hanging outside the bar.
“It vas doo pad,” returned he. “An’ she vas sutch a young vooman, doo!”
“She have the con-sum-shun,” went on Kelly, cheerfully, “an’ sorra a few av thim iver git well av that.”
“Ach nine! Dey hafe a ferry boor chanct.” And the barber shook his head.
“Oh, well! It’s not any of our doin’, Schwartz,” said Kelly, his voice full of comfortable irresponsibility. “But hacks will bring a power av money on the day av the berryin’.”