"You won't?"
"Not I."
"In half a jiffy I 'll come out there and give you the leathering you deserve for insubordination."
"Oh!" cried the landlady. "And me here, Bridget Malone."
"What?" exclaimed Moore, as though suspecting her presence for the first time. "Are you there, Mrs. Malone? Whew! but this water is cold."
His head, with hair, wet and tousled, sticking up every which way, appeared above the top of the screen, being elevated just enough to keep his shirt band out of sight, thus preventing the betrayal of his subterfuge to the landlady.
"How do you do, Mrs. Malone?" said he, courteously.
"I 'm sopping wet, thanks to you."
"So am I, Mrs. Malone. We are twins in that respect. Me teeth are chattering as you can see-e-e-e!"
"I 'll have thot rint now, you blaggard."