Muldoon

When Mr. Muldoon went out to fix Modestine for the night Tish called us to the back of the cave.

The amateur in mission work blushingly admitted such to be the case, adding, “I have never visited you before, Mrs. Muldoon.”

We continue down the street, and Muldoon beguiles the way with tales of his checkered experience.

Look here what I found in the hongry divils stomach, exclaimed Muldoon, holding up his find.