Mick, you go over to the store, and wait till I send for you." And Mick shambled off.
Peggy, still inclined to be defiant, settled herself in her chair.

She had battled in North Queensland so long that she neither feared nor respected anybody; but her native shrewdness told her she had all to gain and nothing to lose by doing what her lawyer advised.
"Now, Peggy," he said, "do you want to make a claim against William Grant's estate ?" "Yis." "On the ground that you're his widow ?" "Yis.

I'll tell yer--" "No, you won't tell me anything.

I'll tell you.

If you are to have any hope of succeeding in this case, you must furnish me with the name of the priest or parson who married you, the place where you were married, and the date.