"_Witness._--Haven't I been trying for the last ten minutes to tell ye, and ye'll not not let me? It's wid a bad grace that yer honor reproves me for not tellin' ye what I know, whin it's yerself that is interruptin' me. Well, yer honer, it was on Friday morning, whin I heard the horn of a fish-cairt in front of my door, sez I to myself, now Michael-- "_Judge._--I don't want to hear that story any more. You have told that several times already. State the facts about Timothy. Come down to the time when he commences to figure. "_Witness._--Ah, bad luck to the thratement that I get here. Has any of my illusthrious family the O'Briens ever done annything against yer honer that yez should illthrait me in this way? "_Judge._--Not that I am aware of. Now go on with your evidence. "_Witness._--Well, yer honor, as I was about to tell ye, it was on Friday mornin' whin I heard the horn of a fish-cairt in front of my door. Sez I to myself--now Michael has come wid the porgies. "_Judge_ (impatiently).--Mrs. O'Brien, I-- "_Witness._--Me name's not O'Brien; I'm a married woman, and me name is Flaherty; me name was O'Brien when I was a girl. "_Judge._--Well, then, Mrs. Flaherty, O'Brien, or whatever your name is, I have heard of these porgies and that fish-cart so often that they have grown stale; now tell me what occurred between you and Timothy Mulrooney? "_Witness._--How do I know but ye'll intherrupt me again before I have said five words? "_Judge._--You may rest assured that I will not if you will tell what Tim Mulrooney has done that is contrary to law. "_Witness._--I could tell ye enough to hang him a half-dozen times, if he had as manny necks as that; (to the prisoner) ye know I could, Tim, ye-- "_Judge_ (perspiringly).--Mrs. O'Flaherty-- "_Witness._--Flaherty, widout the O, yer honor. "_Judge._--Well, whatever your name is, you must not say anything to the prisoner in this court. Go on now, and if you will tell what he has done I'll not interrupt you. "_Witness._--Now remember yer promise, ye honor. It was on Friday mornin'-- "_Judge_ (despairingly).--You're at it again. I-- "_Witness._--Howly mother of Moses! I told yer honor how it would be wid ye; here I haven't said more nor five words before yer at yer owld thricks again. "_Judge_ (much vexed).--What did Timothy do with your fish? "_Witness._--He didn't do annything wid them that time, barrin' that he saw Michael bring them in the house, and I heard him tell Biddy Mulrooney, his mother, who lives in the next room to me, that he would rather live on praties and bread, as they was a doin', than to ate stinkin' porgies that nobody else would buy; I know the Mulrooneys was jealous. "_Judge._--Did Timothy create any disturbance then? "_Witness._--No, yer honor, he didn't. "_Judge._--Then why did you have him arrested? "_Witness._--It was afther thin that the spalpeen made the disturbance. "_Judge._--When was that? "_Witness._--It was yestherday mornin'.