“Tay an’ sugar’ll be as bad, no doubt!”
“Wuss, they are; for there’s next to none at all, I opine, in this here location.”
“Faix, I’ll have a pound o’ both, av they wos two dollars the half-ounce. Have ye got raisins an’ sago?”
“Yes.”
“Give me a pound o’ that, aich.”
These articles having been delivered and paid for, Larry continued—
“Ye’ll have brandy, av coorse?”
“I guess I have; plenty at twenty dollars a bottle.”
“Och, morther, it’ll brake the bank intirely; but it’s little I care. Hand me wan bottle, plaze.”
The bottle of brandy was added to his store, and then the Irishman, shouldering his bundle of good things, left the shop, and directed his steps once more towards the ravine in which dwelt Kate Morgan and her brother Pat.