“The iligant new clothes!” grumbled Mrs. Rooney. “And then luck tumbles into your way such as man never had; without a place, or a rap to bless yourself with, you get a rich man's daughter for your wife, and you let her slip through your fingers.”
“How could I help it?” said Andy.
“Augh!—you bothered the job just the way you do everything,” said his mother.
“Sure I was civil-spoken to her.”
“Augh!” said his mother.
“And took no liberty.”
“You goose!”
“And called her Miss.”
“Oh, indeed you missed it altogether.”
“And said I wasn't desarvin' of her.”