They had won fame already by the deaths and wakes, but a "coort case" promised to give them prestige far beyond what even these distinctions conferred.

So the three walked away proudly with Peter, and warrants were sworn to and issued against the "boss" as principal, and the driver and the three others as witnesses, made returnable on the following morning.

On many a doorstep of the district, that night, nothing else was talked of, and the trio were the most envied men in the neighborhood.

Even Mrs.Blackett and Ellen Milligan forgot their grief, and held a joint _soiree_ on their front stoop.
"Shure, it's mighty hard for Mrs.Dooley, that she's away!" said one.
"She'll be feeling bad when she knows what she's missed." The next morning, Peter, the two doctors, the Blacketts, the Milligans, Dooley, the milk quintet, and as many inhabitants of the "district" as could crush their way in, were in court by nine o'clock.

The plaintiffs and their friends were rather disappointed at the quietness of the proceedings.