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However, he could and did press Polly's hand very warmly, and the earnestness of the wishes he breathed in her ear called a bright colour to her cheek. Then came good-night, and the young American's heart grew strangely soft when he found himself included in Mrs. Connolly's motherly blessing. He thought he had never seen a happier, a more united family.
Connolly's old mother, continued to splutter inarticulately, like a firework trying to go off. "'Ye'll always be a good boy, Aloysius? she said to me," said Mr. Connolly, proceeding with, his autobiography. "And I said: 'Yes, Mother, I will!" Mr. Connolly sighed and applied the napkin again. "'Twas a liar I was!" he observed, remorsefully. "Many's the dirty I've played since then.
"That man Connolly's a tough guy. You'd think, being a personal friend of your father, he would " "I didn't know they were friends." "Been friends for years. But a lot of difference that makes. Out come the men just the same. It isn't right! I was saying it wasn't right!" repeated Mr. Blumenthal to Archie, for he was a man who liked the attention of every member of his audience.
And he carried the luggage back into the station. "How far is it to Mr. Connolly's?" Harold inquired of a ragged urchin who had strolled up with several companions. "Fish an' find out," answered the youngster, with a grin. "We'll tache them to be sendin' Emergency men down here," said another. The New-Yorker was fast losing patience.
"An' I scourin' the counthry all round about Connolly's farm lookin' for ye!" said Michael Lally indignantly, as he examined Jocko's knees. "And have they really got plenty of eggs at Connolly's?" cried Terry. "For only three will not last very long, you know." "Here, Missus Nancy, for all the sakes will you take your childher out o' my road?" cried Lally.
We've got Thomas MacDonagh and Patrick Pearse and a few others with us, and we're trying to link up with Larkins' Citizen Army. Mineely's urging Connolly on to our side, but Connolly's more interested in the industrial fight than in the national fight. But I think we'll get him over!"
At any rate, with the consciousness that he was about to come face to face with the much-talked-of boycott, Harold's spirits rose, and as he read Polly Connolly's message they rose still higher. He was a lively young fellow, and fond of excitement. And at one time, as he recalled with a smile and a sigh, he had been almost fond of Polly Connolly.
"I declare, but you have the pluck for a brigade of soldiers," said the carter. "But come now, missy, I'm not goin' to lave you in the lurch thataway. And first an' foremost Connolly's farm is away over yonder, two miles from Trimleston House in the opposite direction; you took the wrong road from the first."
"Oh, don't talk about them!" cried Terry. "It's the worst of the whole thing. I thought it wasn't wrong because she misses her eggs so much, and our hens won't lay, and Nurse said they had some at Connolly's farm and oh dear!" Terry here gave way to her despair, and burst into sobbing and weeping. "Well now, little missy, cheer up!
"Somebody will be sure to be angry," he said, "and there will be a row." "But you know it couldn't be wrong, Turly, because it is for Gran'ma. And I'm not going to bring the pony up the stairs, and it won't be wet, because it's just nice frosty weather " "Connolly's farm is awfully far away. I'm sure it is," said Turly. "You'll never get back here for breakfast."
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