It wa'n't that she was tired--no more tired than usual--but she'd been that troubled in her mind lately, askin' our pardon, that she was near to crazy.
"We was sorry for that, but it didn't seem to be none of our business, and she was turnin' away, when all at once she stops and turns back again.
"'Might I ask you gintlemen a question ?' she says, sort of pleadin'.
'Sure I mane no harm by it.

Do aither of you know a man be the name of Michael O'Shaughnessy ?' "Me and Sim looked at each other.

'Which ?' says I.'Mike O' who ?' says Simeon.
"'Aw, don't you know him ?' she begs.

'DON'T you know him?
Sure I hoped you might.

If you'd only tell me where he is I'd git on me knees and pray for you.