'Troth, they have the laugh ov us this time anyway. Three cheers for
the Belrush boys.'
The crowd yelled, then broke and rushed in upon the procession, and
smote the band upon the back until it had no breath left in it, and
carried it away to have a drink. And they all trooped off to the
shebeens and public-houses, orange and green together, and got
royally drunk after their kind.
But now that the crisis was safely past, Kitty sat in her phaeton and
wept as though her heart would break.