—Put him back into the perambulator, Cranly,O'Keeffe called out.
Cranly made a swift step towards Temple, halted,stamping his foot, crying as if to a fowl:
—Hoosh!
Temple moved away nimbly.
—Do you know what limbo is? he cried. Do you know what we call a notion like that in roscommon?
—Hoosh! Blast you! Cranly cried, clapping his hands.
—Neither my arse nor my elbow! Temple cried out scornfully. And that's what I call limbo.
—Give us that stick here, Cranly said.