tory in the backyard? Here’s the money for the fortnight and give me the paper or keep it. What’s the use? I can’t read anymore and Mrs. Minihan that’s supposed to read to me didn’t come. Legless with the sherry, that’s what she is.What’s your name? Frank, sir. Can you read? I can, sir. Do you want to earn a sixpence? I do, sir. Come here tomorrow.Your name is Francis, isn’t it? Frank, sir. Your name is Francis. There was never a St. Frank. That’s a name for gangsters and politicians. Come here tomorrow at eleven and read to me. I will, sir. Are you sure you can read? I am, sir. You can call me Mr.Timoney. I will, Mr.Timoney. Uncle  Pat  is  mumbling  at  the  gate,  rubbing  his  leg. Where’s  me money an’ you’re not supposed to be chattin’ with the customers an’ me here with the leg destroyed be the rain. He has to stop at the pub at Punch’s Cross to have a pint for the destroyed leg.After the pint he says he can’t walk another inch and we get on a bus.The conductor says, Fares, please, fares, but Uncle Pat says, Go ’way an’ don’t be botherin’ me, can’t you see the state o’ me leg? Oh, all right,Ab, all right. The bus stops at the O’Connell Monument and Uncle Pat goes to the Monument Fish and Chip Café where the smells are so delicious my stomach beats with the hunger. He gets a shilling’s worth of fish and chips and my mouth is watering but when we get to Grandma’s door he gives me a threepenny bit, tells me meet him again next Friday and go home now to my mother. The dog Macushla is lying outside Mr. Timoney’s door and when I open  the  little  garden  gate  to  go  up  the  path  she  rushes  at  me  and knocks me back out on the pavement and she’d eat my face if Mr.Tim- 175