Magnolia Macnamara has as rich a head of hair as you
could wish to see,' says Nutter, thinking he was drawing him off very
cleverly.
'As _I_ could wish to see?' repeated O'Flaherty grimly.
'As _you_ could desire to see, Sir,' reiterated Nutter, firmly, for he
was not easily put down; and they looked for several seconds in silence
a little menacingly, though puzzled, at one another.
But O'Flaherty, after a short pause, seemed to forget Nutter, and
returned to his celestial theme.
'Be the powers, Sir, that young leedy has the most beautiful dimple in
her chin I ever set eyes on!'
'Have you ever put a marrow fat pea in it, Sir?' enquired Devereux,
simply, with all the beautiful rashness of youth.
'No, Sorr,' replied O'Flaherty, in a deep tone, and with a very
dangerous glare; 'and I'd like to see the man who, in my presence, id
preshum to teeke that libertee.'
'What a glorious name Magnolia is!' interposed little Toole in great
haste; for it was a practice among these worthies to avert
quarrels--very serious affairs in these jolly days--by making timely
little diversions, and it is wonderful, at a critical moment, what may
be done by suddenly presenting a trifle; a pin's point, sometimes--at
least, a marvellously small one--will draw off innocuously, the
accumulating electricity of a pair of bloated scowling thunder-clouds.
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