“There's your cutter for you. Sir, I found it on the flure and didn't know who own'd it.”
“You know'd very well who own'd it; didn't Dick Martin see you liftin' it off o' my slate, when I was out?”
“Well, if Dick Martin saw him, it's enough: an' 'tis Dick that's the tindher-hearted boy, an' would knock, you down wid a lump of a stone, if he saw you murdherin' but a fly!”
“We'll, Thady—throth Thady, I fear you'll undherstand subtraction better nor your teacher: I doubt you'll apply it to 'Practice' all your life, ma bouchal, and that you'll be apt to find it 'the Rule of False' * at last. Well, Thady, from one thousand pounds, no shillings, and no pince, how will you subtract one pound? Put it down on your slate—this way,
The name of a 'Rule' in Gough's Arithmetic.
1000 00 00 1 00 00”
“I don't know how to shet about it, masther.”
“You don't, an' how dare you tell me so you shingaun you—you Cornelius Agrippa you—go to your sate and study it, or I'll—ha! be off, you.”—
“Pierce Butler, come up wid your multiplication. Pierce, multiply four hundred by two—put it down—that's it,
400