Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 13 Page 6

Still the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was near him she wouldn’t be far from him, her eyes dancing in admonition.

Nasty bold Jacky! she cried.

She put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:

What’s your name? Butter and cream?

Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your sweetheart?

Nao, tearful Tommy said.

Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.

Nao, Tommy said.

I know, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy’s