"I've got suthin' better to do as to listen to a pack o' jabberin' furriners settin' one another by th'ears." "Nor you, Tom ?" Mahony asked the lad, who stood sheepishly shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
"Nay, nor 'im eether," jumped in his father, before he could speak.
"I'll 'ave none o' my boys playin' the fool up there.

And that reminds me, doc, young Smith'll git 'imself inter the devil of a mess one o' these days, if you don't look after 'im a bit better'n you do.

I 'eard 'im spoutin' away as I come past--usin' language about the Gover'ment fit to turn you sick." Mahony coughed.

"He's but young yet," he said drily.

"After all, youth's youth, sir, and comes but once in a lifetime.