“Begor!” sez he, “but ye’re the cowldest chap I iver kem anigh iv. Musha! but yer hairs is like icicles.”
Thin he tuk him be the head, an’ shuk him an’ brung him to the bedside, an’ kicked him clane out on to the flure on the far side iv the bed.
“Lie there,” he sez, “ye ould blast furnace! Ye can warrm yerself up on the flure till tomorra.”
Be this time the power iv the dhrink he had tuk got ahoult iv him agin, an’ he fell back in the middle iv the bed, wid his head on the pilla an’ his toes up, an’ wint aff ashleep, like a cat in the frost.
By-an’-by, whin the house was about shuttin’ up, the watcher from th’ undhertaker’s kem to sit be the corp till the mornin’, an’ th’ attorney him bein’ a Protestan’ there was no candles. Whin the house was quite, wan iv the girris, what was coorti
