And yez think that Ted mint til purline ’em? Ah, wirra! wirra! The likes iv that slur
Will d’hrive me,--poor, tinder, lone widdy,--wid sorrow down intil me grave![[4]]
Bad cess til yez, Teddy, ye spalpeen! Why c’u’dn’t yez howld on, the day--
Ye thafe iv the world!--widout breakin’ the heart iv me? No. Yez must stale!
I’ll tache yez a t’hrick, ye rid-headed, pilferin’, gimlet-eyed flay!
Ye freckle-faced, impident bla’guard!--Och! whin we git home yez’ll squale![[5]]
MOVING TABLEAUX.
[1]. Lawyer at desk, left of center and a little back; woman in center, faces judge and audience alternately; boy in background.
[2]. Boy dragged to front by mother, and while she talks, he fusses with desk furnishings.
[3]. Boy and mother in center--front. (Ink on his light colored pants may be simulated by black cloth sewed on.) Mother points to it.