Part 68 (1/2)

”Let it drop, Dave”

”Divil a shaky,” interposed the hon member for Tipperary ”Arrah, fud the chap call on the Daity? Fishper--did ye iver foine justice in a coort? Be in all the coorts in Austhrillia An' more betoken--divil blasht the blame Oi'd blame him fur sthrekin a match, whin dhruv to that saoot, ner--a contractor's cook, who had come to the homestead for a supply of rations ”Vhere iss de (adj) von?--vhere is de (adj) autre?

All mix--eh? De cohnseerashohn iss--I not know vat you vill call hileesh, mais ve vill call hilish, Theophile,” I observed

”You vill barn de (adj) snack,” continued Theophile, turning politely to me; ”you vill call him shoosteece; mineself, I vill call him revahnsh

Mineself, I vill not barn de (adj) snack; I vill be too (adj) flash

I vill go to (sheol)”

”Not for your principles, Theophile,” I replied, with a courteous inclination of my belltopper

”Course, it's all in a nedly

”Same tis for the best threehe never done 'Sides, I was on for a good long job with two as decent a fellers as you'd meet in a day's walk I'd ht be this afternoon; an' the fire it took place as it ht be to-morrow mornin'”

”But where was you when the fire broke-out?--that's the question,”

delance round the table

”Eh?”

”You'll be bu feller,”

muttered the bullock driver