Hazel: I will do the same thing. There's nothing I have said in it but what you will like to be hearing.
Mineog: (Who has rummaged pockets.) I thought I put it in the inside pocket—no matter—here it is.
Hazel: (Rummaging.) Here is my one. I was thinking I had it lost.
Mineog: (Reading, after he has turned over a couple of sheets rapidly) "Born and bred in this Square, he took his chief pride in his native town."
Hazel: (Turning over two sheets.) "It was in this parish and district he spent the most part of his promising youth—Richly stored with world-wide knowledge."
Mineog: "Well able to give out an opinion on any matter at all."
Hazel: "To lay down his mind on paper it would be hard to beat him."
Mineog: "With all that, humble that he would halt and speak to you the same as a child——" I'm maybe putting it down a bit too simple, but the printer will give it a little shaping after.
Hazel: So will my own printer be lengthening out the words for me according to the type and the letters of the alphabet he will have plentiful and to spare.
Mineog: "Well looking and well thought of. A true Irishman in supporting all forms of sport."