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Her eye held a warning that her oldest sons did not miss. "As she says, 'tis a ball all covered with islands and maps, Dad. A globe, that's the other name for it!" "Ah, yes, a spear, to be sure!" assented the Mayor, mildly, and Alanna returned to view. "But the best of the whole programme is the grandchildren's part," volunteered Teresa.
That's eleven or fourteen dollars, isn't it, Dad?" "That's fifty dollars, goose!" said her father making a dot with the pencil on the tip of her upturned little nose. "Oo!" said Teresa, awed. Hatted, furred, and muffed, she leaned on her father's shoulder. "Oo Dad!" whispered Alanna, with scarlet cheeks. "So NOW!" said her mother, with a little nod of encouragement and warning.
"Jimmy, alanna," said she, "here's this an' carry it about you it will keep evil from you; an' be sure to take good care of the written characther you got from the priest an' Squire Benson; an', darlin', don't be lookin' too often at the cuff o' your coat, for feard the people might get a notion that you have the banknotes sewed in it.
Church's rather bare little drawing-room, and this made her eager to win it. Alanna, at eight, long familiar with raffles and their ways, realized what a very small chance Mrs. Church stood of getting the desk. It distressed her very much to notice that lady's growing certainty of success. She took chance after chance.
Throth if you wor dead tomorrow he'd be mistaken for you your born image the sorra thing else eh alanna the Lord loves my son faix, you've daddy's nose upon you anyhow an' his chin to a turn.
Presently, Annie, the laundress, put her frowsy head in at the door. She was a queer, warm-hearted Irish girl; her big arms were still streaming from the tub, and her apron was wet. "Ahl alone?" said Annie, with a broad smile. "Yes; come in, won't you, Annie?" said little Alanna. "I cahn't. I'm at the toobs," said Annie, coming in, nevertheless.
"I did a good deal meself," said Mrs. Costello, dashing one hope to the ground. Alanna leaned back in her chair, sick with disappointment. One afternoon, about a week after the fair, she was brooding over the fire. The other children were at the matinee, Mrs. Costello was out, and a violent storm was whirling about the nursery windows.
Clancy, ye'll be tired afther the drive. Maybe Mrs. Clancy would like to wet a grain o' tay for ye. Ye'll find plenty there, ma'am, in the little caddy, an' I'll send up Judy with a bit o' griddle cake." "God bless ye, alanna!" said Mrs.
Everyone that entered, said, "Well, Mary," or, "Well, alanna, how's yourself?" or some greeting of the kind, to which she answered only with a grin. She and her future husband seemed totally unacquainted with each other, for since he came in he hadn't spoken to her. In fact, poor Mary, as she expressed herself to Feemy, "Couldn't get her sperrits up at all, and felt quite cowed like."
You should be starting to feel the aftereffects of the energine, so Meara, our senior w'woman, will care for you until you wake and when you are recovered enough, we will have a party to welcome you into Alanna, the warrior caste, and the ranks of those who wear honor-black." He smiled, and Dana could almost feel the lightening of the clan's mood.
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