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Ann was up early, as usual, made her fire, with the last of her coal, cleared up her two rooms, and, leaving her husband and Katey in bed, was about starting out to try and get her money to provide a breakfast for them. At the door she met the missionary. "Good-morning, Ann," said he. "I wish you a Merry Christmas." "Thank you, sir," said Ann cheerfully; "the same to yourself."
"I'm so glad you're come, uncle!" said Kate. "Why wouldn't you come to dinner? We have been so gloomy!" "Well, Katey, you know I don't admire eating. I never could bear to see a cow tearing up the grass with her long tongue." As he spoke he looked very much like a cow.
One, two, three, and a twenty that makes five and five are fifty-five sixty seventy eighty eighty-five ninety one hundred and two and five are seven, and two and one are ten, twenty twenty-five one hundred and twenty-five! Why, I'm rich!" she shouted. "Bless the Lord! Oh, this is the glorious Christmas Day! I knew He'd provide. Katey!
The matter seems to have been one of the family jokes; and when, on the Sunday before his death, he showed the conservatory to his younger daughter, and said, "Well, Katey, now you see positively the last improvement at Gad's Hill," there was a general laugh.
If I had meant it, I would not have said it. If you really would like " Here he paused. "Indeed we should, uncle," said Kate, earnestly. "You should have heard what we were saying just before you came in." "All you were saying, Katey?" "Yes," answered Kate, thoughtfully. "The worst we said was that you could not tell a story without well, we did say tacking a moral to it." "Well, well!
She was singing: "How often when at work I'm sittin', An' musin' sadly on the days of yore, I think I see my Katey knittin', An' the children playin' by the cabin door; I think I see the neighbours' faces All gathered round, their long-lost friend to see, Oh! though no one here knows how fair that place is, Heaven knows how dear my poor home was to me."
Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen. Did you put in the books? Boody asked. Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow. They wouldn't give anything on them, she said. Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble. Where did you try? Boody asked.
"Don't interrupt me, child. I don't know. I hoped so then. I hope the contrary now. She liked me I am sure. That is not much to say. Liking is very pleasant and very cheap. Love is as rare as a star." "I thought the stars were anything but rare, uncle." "That's because you never went out to find one for yourself, Katey. They would prove a few miles apart then."
The luxurious meal of sausages, potatoes, and hot tea was soon smoking on the table, and was eagerly devoured by Katey and her father. But Ann could not eat much. She was absent-minded, and only drank a cup of tea. As soon as breakfast was over, she left Katey to wash the dishes, and started out again. She walked slowly down the street, revolving a great plan in her mind.
I'll hide it well, but I want to keep it a secret for another reason. Mind, Katey, don't you tell?" "No!" said Katey, with wide eyes. "But can I truly have a new frock, Mammy, and new shoes and is it really Christmas?" "It's really Christmas, darlin'," said Ann, "and you'll see what mammy'll bring home to you, after breakfast."
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