'harry,' said the lady of the manor, for that was the good gentleman's name, 'this o'reilly has barely swept the stables at'all... what kind of help is 'e i ask yer?'
'i daresay, and he keeps on moping about returning to new amsterdam...'
'new amsterdam?' said the lady of the manor with a tone of great incredulity...
'some city in the colonies,' responded harry (the colonies being the former colonies of his Majesty, King George...
'in the colonies?' gasped the lady of the manor with great incredulity
'indeed, he wishes to return to his homeland...'
'well he bloomin' well better not, mr. norborough at the pet shop said 'e'd be fit to do our laundry, sweep out the stables and chop wood... return to the colonies! where does 'e think 'e'd get the money for that then? pinching pennies like a common pickpocket?'
'old man jenkins has expressed an interest in the old boy, he rather expects o'reilly could help him with his experiments...'
'old man jenkins,' said the lady of the manor and crossed herself after the manner of her irish grandmother, 'that creepy old bugger gives me naught but goosebumps just at the mention of 'is name, to the devil with 'im!'
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