"They say confession is good for the soul, Sherry," replied Moore, politely.
"But I 'm not such a rascal as s'm' others I know of."
"I hope you mean nothing personal?"
"Shut up, Tommy."
"Yessir," replied the gentleman thus admonished.
"Goo' boy, Tommy. Now listen. Having had a drink or two or pos'bly three to be 'tirely frank, Tommy, I 'cided to get a little air."
"I thought you had a little heir, Sherry."
"Y'r a fool, Tommy."
"I can't conscientiously deny it."
"Oh, H--l!" remarked the elder Irishman, "it's too important to be so curst silly about."