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Updated: May 14, 2025
Miss Margery paused a moment at the door of the Callahans' neighbor, the 'nice colored lady. "Do you happen to know," she inquired, "where Mrs. Callahan was last Thursday afternoon?" "She was visitin', lady," was the ready answer. "She took the biggest children to see a lady she sews for that's give them a lot of things. I had them three youngest children under my feet all afternoon.
It makes the hands to be dirty" looking at his blackened fingers "but it saves the to buy coal." "That is good, Albert," said Miss Margery, heartily, "better than earning pennies for yourself. Can you show me where the Callahans live? Anne tells me Peggy is your classmate." "Yes, madam, lady," answered Albert, "it's the second house on the path back of those trees."
Anne looked eagerly forward to Saturday when she was to put on her old shoes she had new ones now and go with Miss Margery to inquire about the little Callahans. Friday afternoon, however, brought Peggy to the door, asking for Anne. It was an anxious-faced Peggy. "I ain't been to school 'cause Lois is sick," she explained. "She been sick all week and she gets no better all the time.
Several weeks passed during which Miss Margery saw nothing of the Callahans. Mr. Callahan came back from the workhouse and, with fear of another term before his eyes, he managed to keep away from his old comrades and to provide for his family.
Anne allowed the little Callahans one by one to touch Honey-Sweet and the older ones were even permitted to hold her for a minute. As Honey-Sweet made the rounds of the group, she was followed admiringly by the beadlike, black eyes of Lois, the second from the baby.
Anne was delighted to learn that another visit was to be paid to the Callahans. She ran home to get Honey-Sweet. "I told them about her and they want to see her," she said. "I think she's taller than the baby. Oh! I hope that cunning baby has another tooth."
Turn out every one of yez and hike yerselves to the park. "Now, 'twas a peaceful and happy home that all of us had in them same Beersheba Flats. The O'Dowds and the Steinowitzes and the Callahans and the Cohens and the Spizzinellis and the McManuses and the Spiegelmayers and the Joneses all nations of us, we lived like one big family together.
I'm afraid their mother doesn't set them a very good example," answered Miss Margery who knew the Callahans of old. "Peggy says it isn't harm to tell a fib that don't hurt anybody," said Anne. "I hope you told her it was." "Yes, Miss Margery. I told her we thought it was low-down to tell stories. And Peggy just laughed and said they wouldn't act so stiff as to tell the truth all the time.
His father died when he was three years old, and his grandparents took him in charge. His mother, it seems, married again, and was busy raising a goodly brood of Callahans, several of whom in after-years came to New York, and were given jobs at the A. T. Stewart button-counter.
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