“But little fishes are sweet, you fool!”
“So they are, Michael: I'm vexed that I didn't think of that; and it's but little we'll risk by way o' bait to catch them.”
“But what's the use, Thady,—answer me now, you who set yourself up for a sinsible man—”
“Not I, thin! I'd fall out with you if you said so.”
“Well, thin, where's the use, I'll ask you—fool as you are,—of our catching sprats and wullawaughs, when there's sea-cows and whales in the ocean?—A sprat isn't a sea-cow, is it?”
“No, faith!”
“Nor a wullawaugh a whale?”
“How should it?”
“Then why not try for a sea-cow?”
“Bekase I wouldn't like to risk my silver bull, Michael.”