"Jamie Butler, the waiver," sez I; "and if it wouldn't inconvanience your
honour, would yez be kind enough to step down and show me the way to the
house of Dennis O'Dowd?"
"Who! Whoo! Whooo!" sez he.
"Dennis O'Dowd!" sez I, civil enough, "and a dacent man he is, and first
cousin to me own mother."
"Who! Whoo! Whooo!" sez he again.
"Me mother!" sez I, "and as fine a woman as ever peeled a biled pratie wid
her thumb nail, and her maiden name was Molly McFiggin."
"Who! Whoo! Whooo!"
"Paddy McFiggin! bad luck to your deaf ould head, Paddy McFiggin, I say--do
you hear that? And he was the tallest man in all the county Tipperary,
excipt Jim Doyle, the blacksmith."
"Who! Whoo! Whooo!"
"Jim Doyle the blacksmith," sez I, "ye good for nothin' naygur, and if yez
don't come down and show me the way this min't I'll climb up there and
break ivery bone in your own skin, ye spalpeen, so sure as me name is Jimmy
Butler!"
"Who! Whoo! Whooo!" sez he, as impident as iver.
I said niver a word, but layin' down me bundle, and takin' me stick in me
teeth, I began to climb the tree.
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