and you say it , no matter how bad the words taste in your mouth and you rumple the kid 's hair-there 's always one , dawes , just the one , not like the nasty rabbits down in this part of town that breed a whole tenementful of them-and you say what a fine young man you 've got here , or what a pretty girl , and if you 're very lucky the lady will have invited some of her bridge buddies or country club buddies to see this sideshow-freak priest , who 's probably a radical and running guns to the panthers or the algerian freedom league , and you do the old father brown bit , add a trace of the auld blarney , and smile until your face hurts .