"Th' ould job!"
"Wisha, God help his poor wife now. 'T is she'll suffer," etc.
The men made desperate efforts as they passed Father Letheby's windows. He looked on hopelessly, as you look at a charade of which you have not got the key.
At six o'clock there was a deputation at the door, consisting of four laborers and the owner of the cart.
"We come for our day's hire, your reverence," said the foreman, unabashed.
"Oh, indeed," said Father Letheby, "I am not aware that you are in my employment."
"We dhrew the laddher down from the Great House to the chapel; and I may tell your reverence 't was a tough job. I wouldn't do it again for five shillings."
"Nor I, ayther."
"Nor I, ayther."
"Nor I, ayther, begor."