“Here comes Kelly and his wife,” remarked McGlory.
“With Mart pluggin’ along behind. And he’s half lit up, too.”
“Good mornin’, Mr. McGlory,” saluted Casey to his employer.
“How are yez, Danny?” answered the contractor as he went by with his wife. “Good mornin’ gintlemen.”
“Gee!” whispered Casey, “ain’t the old lady a swell!”
“Git onto Clancy’s stove-pipe lid! Ain’t it a bird!”
“It was made during the siege o’ Limerick,” said McCarty, “an’ Clancy’s wore it at every funeral an’ at every A. O. H. procession since then.”
“Hello, Schwartz; goin’ to the funeral?”
“Say,” said McGlory, “don’t Rosie O’Hara look nice in black? Look at the two old ones givin’ their wipes a shower bath! Say, Larkin, there’s Rosie wavin’ her hand, on the quiet; she wants youse.”
Her aunts had gone in, but Rosie paused upon the step, and Jimmie was at her side in a moment.