Hello , boss . St. Paul . That 'll be in Minnesota , I 'm thinkin ’ . Looks like a woman 's writing , too , the old divil ! JOHNNY — He 's got a daughter somewheres out West , I think he told me once .Come to think of it , I ai n't seen old Chris in a dog 's age .Guess I 'll be gettin ’ home . See you to-morrow . Hello , Chris . Put it there . What 's your pleasure , gentlemen ? I 'll take a cigar on you . He 's still got that same cow livin ’ with him , the old fool ! That 's a fine fairy tale to be tellin ’ — your daughter ! Sure I 'll bet it 's some bum . You 've not seen her in fifteen years ? This girl , now , ‘ ll be marryin ’ a sailor herself , likely . It 's in the blood . Oho , what 's up with you ? Ai n't you a sailor yourself now , and always been ? When is your daughter comin ’ ? Soon ? Serve ye right , ye old divil — havin ’ a woman at your age ! On a coal barge ! She 'll not like that , I 'm thinkin ’ . Now you 're in for it ! You 'd better tell her straight to get out ! She 's not such a bad lot , that one . You know I never touch it . Easy there ! Do n't be breakin ’ the table , you old goat ! Shall I serve it in a pail ? Well , who 's the blond ? Your daughter , Anna ? Sure ! A peach ! Small beer for you , eh ? She 's reformin ’ you already .