“Begorrah,”

“I’ve never said the word ‘begorrah’ in me life,” said the little man.

“Loife,”the hobo said, making fun of the accent. Both of them sheltering from the rain.

“I mean, you yourself here knows what can happen when a man loses his money. You can understand the predicament I’m in,” the little man said, pulling his green jacket closer around him. “The thing about your rainbow…”

“Der ding about yer rainbow,” the hobo interrupted.

“For rainbows you need your sun and your rain. Then you’ve got to be standin’ in the right place t’ see it. Even then, technically speaking, everytime you move you’re seeing a different rainbow. You understand? Each o’ your eyeballs is seeing a different rainbow.”

“Where’s yer lucky charms?” laughed the hobo.

“Like I ain’t heard that one before. What I’m sayin’ is that a rainbow is a daft place to hide your gold cause how do you find that exact rainbow again? Daft I tell you.” He stood up. “Here comes your man now. Poor laddie won’t know what hit him.”