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Pat Brady, who formed one of the boat's crew, looked up at him with a glance of astonishment. "I say, Jem," he exclaimed to the man next him, "either that's Mr Oliver or his ghost, as sure as my name is Pat Brady." "It's his ghost," was the answer, "for there is no doubt the gunboat went down a week ago; and it's not likely he or any other man could have swum out of her."
Frere took one with an "Oo!" of appreciation. Now it was Mason's turn. If Jack had been a recruiting sergeant, and the sugar cigar the Queen's shilling, he could scarcely have felt more anxious. Mason put forward his thumb and finger, then hesitated and looked at Jack with a twinkle in his eye. "Now, shall I, Brady?" Jack nodded.
In England, too, the former mistress is held partly responsible for the mischief done, if she turn loose upon other households a woman like Katherine Brady. The proposed remedy for a crying and a growing evil is so simple that some may doubt its practical efficacy.
Brady, put the kettle on," ordered the Professor. "Get out the eggs. Where's the bacon?" "In the jar, sliced, sir." "But," protested Molly. "Don't say a word, child. Be perfectly quiet."
She had just cut two lovely roses from the same bush, and one she pinned on her husband's coat and the other on little Jim's jacket. "Parties is queer," thought little Jim, "but they're nice." For Mrs. Brady, in her quiet way, was contriving to let the boy understand that she thought exceedingly well of him.
"Did you hear, Brady," said the master, "that they've summoned me for the trial to-morrow?" "Iss, yer honour; they war telling me so up at the court; there's Dolan is summoned too." "Who's Dolan?" "He's one of the boys, Mr. Keegan, as war in it that night at Mrs. Mehan's." "Well, and what can he say? he can't say Macdermot wasn't there.
He came of fighting Irish stock. He was born in Shippensburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1756, during the French and Indian War. His father, John Brady, was out upon the battle trail at the time. When he was nineteen, or in 1775, he joined the volunteers from Pennsylvania, to march for Boston. The War of the Revolution was just bursting into flame, and he intended to be in the thick of it.
"I know it's because I'm little, and I want to be treated as if I was big like the rest. I'd heaps rather! 'Sides, I would have eaten some chicken if you'd have let me, so it's same as if I had done, isn't it?" "You hear, Brady?" said Trevelyan with a laugh. "A nice pair of lawyers you'd make! Two exactly contrary arguments are used to persuade us of the very same fact."
"It's right that you should let that glorious, perfect young creature wither and droop with time, grow old without—oh, Lordy, what a damn fool you are, Brady! There isn't the slightest reason in this world why you shouldn't get married and—" "Stop that, Simmy!"
"There'll be all the more for the rest of you, won't there?" "Don't talk nonsense!" exclaimed Trevelyan. "Of course you'll have some! If I think fit to eat it, you may. Don't play the blameless prig, for goodness' sake!" "Brady thinks I've filched it," said Cadbury.
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