"Divil a taste," said Barny, with inimitable composure and pertinacity.
"Well, if you know me so tarnation well, tell me what's my name." The Yankee flattered himself he had nailed Barny now.
"Your name, is it?" said Barny, gaining time by repeating the question; "why, what a fool you are not to know your own name."
The oddity of the answer posed the American, and Barny took advantage of the diversion in his favor, and changed the conversation.
"By dad, I've been waitin' here these four or five days, expectin' some of you would be wantin' me."
"Some of us!—How do you mean?"
"Sure, an' ar'n't you from Amerikay?"
"Yes; and what then?"
"Well, I say I was waitin' for some ship or other from Amerikay, that ud be wantin' me. It's to Ireland you're goin'?"
"Yes."