“You're hard on me, Misther Dick.”
“Did you ever do anything right?—I ask yourself?”
“Indeed, sir, this time it was a rale bit o' business I had to do.”
“And well you did it, no doubt. Did you marry any one lately?” said Dick, with a waggish grin and a wink.
“Faix, then, maybe I did,” said Andy, with a knowing nod.
“And I hope Matty is well?” said Dick.
“Ah, Misther Dick, you're always goin' on with your jokin', so you are. So, you heerd o' that job, did you? Faix, a purty lady she is—oh, it's not her at all I am married to, but another woman.”
“Another woman!” exclaimed Dick, in surprise.
“Yis, sir, another woman—a kind craythur.”
“Another woman!” reiterated Dick, laughing; “married to two women in two days! Why you're worse than a Turk!”