“Me heart’s all right, all right,” said Barney. “It’s that damn ould judge that put me in jail for sixty days that’s got something wrong wid his heart. I was just trailing around with Mother Jones.”
“Nothing wrong with your heart, eh?”
“No, there ain’t a damn thing wrong wid me heart! Who are you anyhow that’s talking?”
“Never mind, I want to know what is the matter with your heart?”
“Hell, me heart’s all right, I’m telling you.”
The judge turned to me and said, “Do you hear his language?”
I told him I did not hear and he repeated to me Barney’s answers. “He swears every other word,” said the judge.
“Judge,” said I, “that is the way we ignorant working people pray.”
“Do you pray that way?”