“Good-mornin’ to yez, sir, an’ a fine day it is,” said the latter, with his usually breezy way.
“Yes,” said Peter.
“Misther Stirling. An’ is it engaged yez are for this night?”
“No.” Peter had nothing.
“Then,” said Dennis, “maybe ye’ll be afther goin’ wid me to the primary?”
“What primary?”
“For the election of delegates to the convention, shure.”
“No. What party?”
“What party is it?”
“Yes.”