Murphy.
We'll put the drunk waiters under the saloon table, and you must
get another table-cloth. We'll pull it down on both sides, the way
the feet of them will not show." So I call up two stewards and the
boys from the pantry, and we get the drunk waiters arranged as
neat as herrings in a barrel under the saloon table. Mr. Murphy
and I put on the second cloth, pulling it right down to the floor,
and ye wouldn't believe the way we worked, setting out the dishes,
and the flowers and the swatemates on the table. 'Now,' says I,
'for the love of God let none of them sit down at the table, or
they'll feel the waiters with their feet. Lave it to me to get His
Excellency out of this, and then hurry the drunk waiters away!'
And I spoke a word to the boys in the pantry. 'Boys,' says I, 'as
ye value your salvation, keep up a great clatteration here by
dropping the spoons and forks about, the way they'll not hear it
if the drunk waiters get snoring,' and then the thrain arrives,
and we run up to meet His Excellency your father.
"We went down to the saloon for a moment, and every one says that
they never saw the like of that for a supper, the boys in the
pantry keeping up such a clatteration by tumbling the spoons and
forks about, that ye'd think the bottom of the ship would drop out
with the noise of it all.
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