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Ivy Day in the Committee Room

           “Didyouneverhearthat?AndthemenusedtogoinonSundaymorningbeforethehouseswereopentobuyawaistcoatoratrousersmoya!ButTrickyDicky’slittleoldfatheralwayshadatrickylittleblackbottleupinacorner.Doyoumindnow?That’sthat.That’swherehefirstsawthelight.”

           Theoldmanreturnedwithafewlumpsofcoalwhichheplacedhereandthereonthefire.

           “Thatsanicehow-do-you-do,”saidMr.O’Connor.“Howdoesheexpectustoworkforhimifhewon’tstumpup?”

           “Ican’thelpit,”saidMr.Henchy.“IexpecttofindthebailiffsinthehallwhenIgohome.”

           Mr.Hyneslaughedand,shovinghimselfawayfromthemantelpiecewiththeaidofhisshoulders,madereadytoleave.

           “It’llbeallrightwhenKingEddiecomes,”hesaid.“Wellboys,I’moffforthepresent.Seeyoulater.‘Bye,‘bye.”

           Hewentoutoftheroomslowly.NeitherMr.Henchynortheoldmansaidanything,but,justasthedoorwasclosing,Mr.O’Connor,whohadbeenstaringmoodilyintothefire,calledoutsuddenly:

           “‘Bye,Joe.”

           Mr.Henchywaitedafewmomentsandthennoddedinthedirectionofthedoor.

           “Tellme,”hesaidacrossthefire,“whatbringsourfriendinhere?Whatdoeshewant?”

           “‘Usha,poorJoe!”saidMr.O’Connor,throwingtheendofhiscigaretteintothefire,“he’shardup,liketherestofus.

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