“Loike a child gone till slape,” said her sister.
“He have fallen away a good bit,” commented Mrs. McGonagle.
“Yis,” said Mrs. Clancy; “but not so much as I expected.”
“He vas der hardest corbse to shafe I ever dackled,” Schwartz informed the latter lady’s husband.
“What an illigant ‘Gates Ajar’!” exclaimed Mrs. McGlory. “Is that the piece that the A. O. H. sent, Mary?”
“It takes Kate Sweeney till make thim look daysint in the coffin,” remarked Mrs. Nolan. “What splindid flowers she have put under his head!”
“Tell me, Mrs. Clancy,” whispered Bridget O’Hara; “who will walk wid Larry?”
“Why, Mary, av corse.”
“Divil a fear av her!”
“Is she settin’ her cap for him, I dunno?” said Ellen.