Buster looked interested.
"Say, tell us, his there hany more like you there?" he asked anxiously.
"There is," replied Mrs. Malone, proudly, "but none betther."
"Hit's a good thing Hireland is so far horf, is n't it?" said the boy in a tone of cordial congratulation.
Mrs. Malone threw a boot at him by way of answer, but, instead of striking Buster, it flew through the entrance to the adjoining room and was heard to strike noisily on the head board of the bed.
"Oh--h--h!" came from within.
"There, you 'as done it, Mrs. Malone," said the boy reproachfully.
"Hullo, there," said the voice, sleepily. "Much obliged, I am sure. Who hit me with a boot? Eh? Buster, I 'll have your British blood to pay for it."
"If you do," responded Mrs. Malone, emphatically, "it will be the first thing you 've paid for in many a day."
"What?" said the voice. "Do I hear the dulcet tones of my lovely landlady?"