Because they only get a penny a day.
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Well, and if they do itself, isn't there the
French army?
O'FLAHERTY. They only get a hapenny a day.
MRS O'FLAHERTY [much dashed]. Oh murder! They must be a mean lot,
Dinny.
O'FLAHERTY [sarcastic]. Maybe you'd have me in the Turkish army,
and worship the heathen Mahomet that put a corn in his ear and
pretended it was a message from the heavens when the pigeon come
to pick it out and eat it. I went where I could get the biggest
allowance for you; and little thanks I get for it!
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Allowance, is it! Do you know what the thieving
blackguards did on me? They came to me and they says, "Was your
son a big eater?" they says. "Oh, he was that," says I: "ten
shillings a week wouldn't keep him." Sure I thought the more I
said the more they'd give me. "Then," says they, "that's ten
shillings a week off your allowance," they says, "because you
save that by the king feeding him." "Indeed!" says I: "I suppose
if I'd six sons, you'd stop three pound a week from me, and make
out that I ought to pay you money instead of you paying me.
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