“Well, Jimmy?”
“Me grandmother, sir—”
“Aha, your grandmother! Go on, Jimmy.”
“Me grandmother an’ me mother—”
“What, and your mother, too! Both very ill, eh?”
“No, sir. Me grandmother an’ me mother are goin’ to the baseball game this afternoon an’ they want me to stay home an’ take care of me little brudder.”
Office-boy—“Please, Mr. Jones, my grandmother is dead, and so I must get off early to go to the funeral match—I mean the baseball ceremonies—that is—”
“That makes a difference,” said Willie, snipping off the left ear of one of the twins.