“How can yez do that? Sure, nayther av thim have a cint till bless thimselves wid!”
Larry leaned forward and began to explain away the other’s doubts. He talked straight to the point and in a few moments O’Hara brightened up wonderfully.
“I’ll see Clancy at wanst!” exclaimed he.
“But there’s somethin’ else,” said Larry. “There’s Rosie and Larkin; what about them?”
“Arrah, what have they till do wid it?”
“Just as much as the others. Youse’re got to say ‘yes’ to them or you’ll slip yer trolley.”
“Hell till yez sowl!” cried O’Hara. “Is it a girl av mine marry that dirty Derry spawn av the divil!”
“Keep yer shirt on,” advised Larry, evenly. “Don’t make any wild swings. Money’s money, O’Hara; and ye must make good or youse don’t see a dollar.”
O’Hara spluttered with rapidly evaporating wrath; and at length he cooled down sufficiently to say:
“Yez are in the Church yezsilf, Larry; an’ ye know that the clargy do be down on mixed marriages.”