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           NedLamberttossedthenewspaperaside,chucklingwithdelight.AninstantafterahoarsebarkoflaughterburstoverprofessorMacHugh’sunshavenblackspectacledface.

           —DoughyDaw!hecried.

           WHATWETHERUPSAID

           Allveryfinetojeeratitnowincoldprintbutitgoesdownlikehotcakethatstuff.Hewasinthebakerylinetoo,wasn’the?WhytheycallhimDoughyDaw.Featheredhisnestwellanyhow.Daughterengagedtothatchapintheinlandrevenueofficewiththemotor.Hookedthatnicely.Entertainments.Openhouse.Bigblowout.Wetherupalwayssaidthat.Getagripofthembythestomach.

           Theinnerdoorwasopenedviolentlyandascarletbeakedface,crestedbyacomboffeatheryhair,thrustitselfin.Theboldblueeyesstaredaboutthemandtheharshvoiceasked:

           —Whatisit?

           —Andherecomestheshamsquirehimself!professorMacHughsaidgrandly.

           —Getonouthat,youbloodyoldpedagogue!theeditorsaidinrecognition.

           —Come,Ned,MrDedalussaid,puttingonhishat.Imustgetadrinkafterthat.

           —Drink!theeditorcried.Nodrinksservedbeforemass.

           —Quiterighttoo,MrDedalussaid,goingout.Comeon,Ned.

           NedLambertsidleddownfromthetable.Theeditor’sblueeyesrovedtowardsMrBloom’sface,shadowedbyasmile.

           —Willyoujoinus,Myles?NedLambertasked.

           MEMORABLEBATTLESRECALLED

           —NorthCorkmilitia!theeditorcried,stridingtothemantelpiece.Wewoneverytime!NorthCorkandSpanishofficers!

           —Wherewasthat,Myles?NedLambertaskedwithareflectiveglanceathistoecaps.

           —InOhio!theeditorshouted.

           —Soitwas,begad,NedLambertagreed.