Into a pub comes Michael Murphy looking as if he had been hit by a train. His arm in a sling, broken nose, face cut and bruised,, and walking with a limp.
Sean asks, "What happened to you?"
"Paddy O'Connor and me had a fight."
"That little O'Connor? He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did . A shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well, you should have defended yourself. Didn't you have something in your hand?"
"That I did, Mrs. O'Connor's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."