“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown all his owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be wearin’, an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t think it will be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”
“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown all his owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be wearin’, an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t think it will be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”
“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown all his owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be wearin’, an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t think it will be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”
“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”
“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown all his owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be wearin’, an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t think it will be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”