Mrs. Clancy turned to Mrs. McGonagle. “D’yez harken till the talk av thim two?” asked she.
“God save uz,” answered Mrs. McGonagle, “they’ed talk about any wan. But, whist; is that not Mrs. Noonen’s black skirt, Casey’s wife have on?”
“Av coorse. She borryed it yisterday; for scure till the stitch av black she have av her own.”
“Is the Father Matt’oo comin’?” inquired Mrs. Nolan.
“Is it the T. A. B. yez mean?” questioned Mrs. Contractor McGlory.
“What ilce?”
“Sure Larry wur not a mimber.”
“D’yez tell me so! An’ did he take the sup av drink, thin? Begorry I’d niver a-t’ought it.”
Mrs. Nolan blinked at the corpse with renewed interest. O’Connor came into the room with Larry and handed Mary a slip of paper.
“Iv there’s any other names ye want down,” said he, “just say the word.”