William John Granahan.
I'd think nothing of lendin' them till ye. But twelve shillin'! Would three shillin' no' do?
Samuel James.
No. It won't. Either give me the twelve shillin' or I'll tell her about your conduck—
William John Granahan.
There. There it is an bad scran to ye. To think o' me walkin' ten mile to the fair and back and arguin' wi' dailers and chates of all kinds and gettin thirty poun' for a baste I wouldn't buy myself for thirty shillin' and only gettin' eight shillin' out o' it.
Samuel James.
Whistling and counting money delightedly.
Aye. Its a hard world and no mistake.