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Queen o' heaven, Owen M'Carthy darlin', you're welcome!" the word was here interrupted by a hearty kiss from the kind housewife; welcome a thousand an' a thousand times! Vick ne hoiah! Owen dear, an' are you livin' at all? An' Kathleen, Owen, an' the childhre, an' all of yez an' how are they?" "Throth, we're livin' an' well, Bridget; never was betther, thanks be to God an' you, in our lives."
He wishes, I think, to see yourself, for he says he has heard a good account o' you, an' I promised to bring you. If we're there about two o'clock we'll hit the time purty close." "What can he want with him, do you think?" asked Mrs. Dalton. "Dear knows fifty things maybe to stand for one of his childhre or but, ah! forgive me I could be merry anywhere else; but here here forgive me, Mrs. Dalton."
"She's dead, Owen, and happy, I trust, in the Saviour. She died last spring was a two years." "God be good to her sowl! An' are the childhre in her place still? It's she that was the dacent woman." "Throth, they are; an' sorrow a betther doin' family in the parish than they are. It's they that'll be glad to see you, Owen.
The Lord look down on you this day, you poor crathur widout the father of your childhre to stand up for you, an' your only other depindance laid on the broad of his back, all as one as a cripple; but no matther, Rosha; trust to Him that can be a husband to you an' a father to your orphans trust to Him, an' his blessed mother in heaven, this day, an' never fear but they'll rise up a frind for you.
Sure we have your mother, childhre, safe wid us, an' what signifies anything so long as she's left to us?" He then raised his wife tenderly, for she had been compelled to sit from weakness, and they bent their steps to a decent farmhouse that stood a few perches off the road, about a quarter of a mile before them.
The talk of the childhre, too, made her worse; for they were debating among themselves, the crathurs, about what he had better do under the tempest; whether he ought to take the sheltry side of a hillock, or get into a long heather bush or under the ledge of a rock or tree, if he could meet such a thing.
"Why thin, God knows it's true for-you, Barney. D'ye hear that, 'graceless? the very childhre making a laughing-stock and a may-game of you! but wait till we get under the roof, any how." "Ned," a third would say, "isn't it a burning shame for you to break the poor crathur's heart this a-way?
See how his small gray eyes glare, and the froth rises white to his thin shrivelled lips. What is to be done?" "Fardorougha," said the Bodagh, "it's over; don't distress yourself keep your money there will be no match between our childhre." "Why? why won't there?" he screamed "why won't there, I say? Havn't you enough for them until I die? Would you see your child breakin' her heart?
An', you phanix of beauty, you managed the childhre, the crathurs, the same way an' a good way it is, in throth." "Pether, wor you ever thinkin' o' Father Muloahy's sweetness to us of late?" "No, thin, the sorra one o' me thought of it. Why, Ellish?" "Didn't you obsarve that for the last three or four months he's full of attintions to us?
"Now, Owen, do you think you could manage to get that?" "Wait, acushla, till we get the childhre settled. Then I'll thry the other plan, for it's good to thry anything that could take us out of this disgraceful life." This humble speculation was a source of great comfort to them. Many a time have they forgotten their sorrows in contemplating the simple picture of their happy little cottage.
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