"I'd knock your brains out if you had any, you omadhaun! Go along and get me a feather, and make haste."
Andy went off, and, having obtained a feather, returned to Dick, who began to tip certain portions of the lock very delicately with oil.
"What's that for, Misther Dick, sir, if you plaze?"
"To make it work smooth."
"And what's that thing you're grazin' now, sir?"
"That's the tumbler."
"O Lord! a tumbler—what a quare name for it. I thought there was no tumbler but a tumbler for punch."
"That's the tumbler you would like to be cleaning the inside of, Andy."
"Thrue for you, sir.—And what's that little thing you have your hand on now, sir?"
"That's the cock."