An', Killeny, you won't mind workin' for me, I know.

We need the money.

There's Kwaque, an' Mr.Greenleaf, an' Cocky, not even mentioning you an' me, an' we eat an awful lot.

An' room- rent's hard to get, an' jobs is harder.

What d'ye say, son, to-morrow night you an' me hustle around an' see how much coin we can gather ?" And Michael, seated on Steward's knees, eyes to eyes and nose to nose, his jowls held in Steward's hand's wriggled and squirmed with delight, flipping out his tongue and bobbing his tail in the air.