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Updated: June 27, 2025
At these times it was delightful to watch the expression of pride and happiness that would come over Tom's face as she listened to her father's talk. "But ye have a great head, Gran'pop," she would say. "Cully, ye blatherin' idiot, why don't ye brace up an' git some knowledge in yer head? Sure, Gran'pop, Father McCluskey ain't in it wid ye a minute. Ye could down the whole gang of 'em."
"That's the last job that sneakin' Duffy and Dan McGaw'll ever put up on me. Oh, but ye should'a' minded the face on him, Gran'pop!" untying her hood and breaking into a laugh so contagious in its mirth that even Babcock joined in without knowing what it was all about.
"I brought some flowers over for Miss Jennie," said Quigg, regaining his composure. "Is she in?" "Yis; I'll call her." Gentle and apparently harmless as Gran'pop was, men like Quigg somehow never looked him steadily in the eye. "I was tellin' Mr.
Will it suit ye, Gran'pop, if Carl goes with me?" patting her father's shoulder. "If ye keep on a-worritin' I'll hev to hire a cop to follow me round." Carl lingered for a moment on the steps. Perhaps Tom had some further orders; perhaps, too, Jennie would come out again. Involuntarily his eye wandered toward the open door, and then he turned to go. Jennie's heart sprang up in her throat.
Gran'pop and Tom sat on the front porch, their chairs touching, his hand on hers. She had been telling him of Quigg's visit that morning. She had changed her dress for a new one. The dress was of brown cloth, and had been made in the village tight where it should be loose, and loose where it should be tight.
"No, an' me man don't. He's new, an' they dar'sn't trust him. It was in the back room, he says, they picked 'em out." Tom stood for some moments in deep thought, gazing at the fire, her arms akimbo. Then, wheeling suddenly, she opened the door of the sitting-room, and said in a firm, resolute voice: "Gran'pop, come here; I want ye."
"I may meet her on the road." "May I come in?" Babcock asked, explaining his business in a few words. "Oh, yes, sir. Mother won't be long now. You've not forgotten me, Mr. Babcock? I'm her daughter Jennie. I was to your office once. Gran'pop, this is the gentleman mother works for." An old man rose with some difficulty from an armchair, and bowed in a kindly, deferential way.
"Don't you mind how when Aunty Em turned plain and gran'pop he acted to her so ugly that way, it didn't rain fur two weeks and his crops was spoilt, and he got that boil yet on his neck! Yes, you'll see oncet," she warned him "if you use the strap fur somepin like what this is, what you'll mebbe come by yet!" "Och, you're foolish!" he answered, but his tone was not confident.
Tom turned and slipped her arm around the old man's neck, her head sinking on his shoulder. The tears were under her eyelids; her heart was bursting; only her pride sustained her. Then in a half-whispered voice, like a child telling its troubles, she said: "Ye don't know ye don't know, Gran'pop. The dear God knows it's not on account of meself.
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