I say, Mulligan, you do make strong tea, don’t you?
Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf said in an old woman’s wheedling voice:
―When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.
―By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.
Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:
― So I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma’am, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don’t make them in the one pot.
He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled on his knife.
―That’s folk, he said very earnestly, for