"An' 'tis no business of ours, is it, darlin'?
Shure, there's Jo comin' out of the tailor-shop now!" They both looked out of the window, and saw Jo encounter Filion Lacasse the saddler, and Maximilian Cour the baker.

The three stood in the middle of the street for a minute, Jo talking freely.

He was usually morose and taciturn, but now he spoke as though eager to unburden his mind--Charley and he had agreed upon what should be said to the people of Chaudiere.
The sight of the confidences among the three was too much for Mrs.
Flynn.

She opened the door of the post office and called to Jo.

"Like three crows shtandin' there!" she said.