“I want to talk to youse,” said Larry, as he paused.
“Yez are an early caller!” exclaimed O’Hara, delightedly. “But, faith,” poking him in the ribs, “I t’ought yez’ed called long afore this, b’y. She’s a smart slip av a girl, Larry.”
He led the young man through the store and back into the kitchen. The sisters sprang up tumultuously.
“Larry, asthore,” piped Ellen, “sure an’ it’s a glad heart I have this day. Glory be! bud yez are fitted for wan another. Sit down; she’ll be here this minyute; she do be only gone as far as the church.”
“I seen her,” said Larry. “I was talkin’ to her.”
Bridget shrieked with mirth. “Lave the young wans alone!” cried she. “They’ll see each other, niver fear. Arrah, avic, it’s the great b’y yez are.”
“She told me,” went on Larry, “all about it.”
“About how foolish she wur?” questioned O’Hara. “She’s seen it, have she. Bud, niver fear b’y, niver fear.”
“It wasn’t Rosie what was foolish, O’Hara, it was youse. Didn’t ye see that there was two ends to this t’ing. Ye scared her, and then t’ought youse was all to the good, didn’t ye? But yer out o’ line: ye can’t play me; I won’t have it.”
“What talk have ye, Larry?”