50. HITTING A LAWYER

"Have you had a job to-day, Tim?" inquired a well-known legal gentleman
of the equally well-known, jolly, florid-faced old drayman, who, rain or
shine, summer or winter, is rarely absent from his post.

"Bedad, I did, sor."

"How many?"

"Only two, sor."

"How much did you get for both?"

"Sivinty cints, sor."

"Seventy cents! How in the world do you expect to live and keep a horse on
seventy cents a day?"

"Some days I have half a dozen jobs, sor. But bizness has been dull to-day,
sor. On'y the hauling of a thrunk for a gintilman for forty cints an' a
load av furniture for thirty cints; an' there was the pots an' the kittles,
an' there's no telling phat; a big load, sor."

"Do you carry big loads of household goods for thirty cents?"

"She was a poor widdy, sor, an' had no more to give me. I took all she had,
sor; an' bedad, sor, a lyyer could have done no better nor that, sor."