"More than half the rascals that John helps go to the dogs entirely, and hang us up for all they've borrowed." "I told you to help _deserving_ young men," remarked Uncle John, with a scowl at his brother-in-law.
"And how can I tell whether they're desarving or not ?" retorted Major Doyle, fiercely.

"Do ye want me to become a sleuth, or engage detectives to track the objects of your erroneous philanthropy?
I just have to form a judgment an' take me chances; and whin a poor devil goes wrong I charge your account with the loss." "But some of them must succeed," ventured Patsy, in a conciliatory tone.
"Some do," said John Merrick; "and that repays me for all my trouble." "All _your_ throuble, sir ?" queried the Major; "you mane all _my_ throuble--well, and your money.

And a heap of throuble that confounded farm has cost me, with one thing and another." "What of it ?" retorted the little round faced millionaire, leaning back in his chair and staring fixedly at the other.

"That's what I employ you for." "Now, now, gentlemen!" cried Patsy, earnestly.

"I'll have no business conversation at the table.