“Sure, James, I’ll strive till be neighbourly; an’ if me vote’ll do yez any good, faith, yez shall have it.”
“Ivery wan counts. I’m sure till be nominated, for the boss is wid me; but we want all the votes we kin get in yez division, for the young bla’gards are makin’ a foight agin me, I hear.”
“True for ye, boy! I wur talkin’ till young McGonagle yesterday, an’ it’s on the ticket he’ll be, agin ye, Kelly.”
“D’yez tell me so! Faix, he’s soured on me because I wouldn’t take me milk from him, I think. But we’ll bate him, never fear. McQuirk an’ mesilf have bin among Murphy’s frinds an’ we’ll see till him, the spalpeen. McQuirk have got the most av thim jobs, an’ they can’t go back on him, faith!”
“Good luck till yez, sure. I hope yez’ll have as much av it as mesilf.”
“Ho! Ho! Faith an’ I thought yez wur in good timper this mornin’. What’s happened to yez, O’Hara?”
“Nawthin’ till me, sure. Bud Rosie’s till marry young Murphy; an’ the money’ll be a foine t’ing—for her.”
Kelly stared at him in dumb astonishment. O’Hara returned the look with great good humour.
“Be the powers av Moll Kelly!” ejaculated the saloonkeeper, “but that bates all, yet! An’ is it so soon after Mary’s berryin’?”
“Oh, they’ll wait a bit; it’s no hurry they’re in.”