"Oh, I don't mind," said Ben.
He thought it would be very good fun to tell the other fellows about the charming Irish girl who liked him so much.
"I wonder if you'd help me, Ben."
"What can I do?" asked Ben.
"Sit down, and let's be cozy. I will sit in the tired one's chair, and you can sit on that little stool at my feet. Now isn't that nice?"
"Who do you mean by the tired one?"
"Your mother, silly boy, of course."
"It is a very ridiculous name to call her."
"It belongs to the Palace of Home Truths. Your mother is tired, and you—you lazy omadhauns—"
"Well, go on," said Ben. "I see by your manner that you want me to do something. I suppose it's something a little bit—a little bit not quite good."