"That's what you might call Irish hospitality." He hurried out after his insulting remark, but popped in his head again at the door to make a parting request.
"May I come back to dinner, please ?" he asked, with his hands clasped in mute entreaty also.

"I have breakfasted and lunched with you, so I may just as well make a day of it, and come to dinner." "Yes, if you're good," she replied.

"But why so particularly this evening?
I'm afraid it's a Banian day, and Molly will not have anything nice for you." "Never mind that, ma'am.

I want to take you all down to see the wreck at high-water," said he.

"It will probably be the last of the old ship." "Hurrah!" exclaimed Bob, pitching his hat in the air, and catching it dexterously again.