―What’s your opinion of the times?

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion.

―I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:

―Foreign wars is the cause of it.

And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:

―It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.

―Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I, I’ve a thirst on me I wouldn’t sell for half a crown.

―Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.

―Wine of the country, says he.