"Just look at him, Dick. Be quiet; don't speak." "Oh, the dirty sunburnt little varmint I'd like the job o' washing him." "If you say another word, Dinny, I'll give you a crack with your own stick." "An' is it meself would belave you'd hurt your own man Dinny wid a shtick, Masther Jack? Why ye wouldn't knock a fly off me." "Then be quiet. I want to see what he's going to do." "Shure an' it's one of the masther's owld boots I threw away wid me own hands this morning, because it hadn't a bit more wear in it. An' look at the dirty unclane monkey now." "He'll hear you directly, Dinny, and I want to see what he's going to do. Hold your tongue." "Shure an' ye ask me so politely, Masther Jack, that it's obliged to be silent I am." "Pa was quite right when he said you had got too long a tongue." "Who said so, Masther Jack?" "Pa-papa "