Rose poured and handed to him a glass of whiskey.
"When you came by," she inquired, "did you see a fat man throwin' fits in our gutter?"
"Why, I did not. Have ye been afther havin' a rumpus the night?"
"Oh, no—only that fat little fellow that keeps the jewelry-store around the corner. He was drunk, an' I threw him out. If he tries to get gay, let me know, will you?"
"Of course I'll let ye know—an' here's to your very good health, ma'am an' miss.—But you may rist aisy; that there won't be no throuble."
"I know that: he's too scared of his wife.—Have another, won't you?"
The officer rose.
"No, thank ye kindly," he said. "I wanted but the drap, ma'am."
"And how are Mrs. Riley and the children?"
Larry's face became a web of smiling wrinkles.