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Updated: June 9, 2025
The silence was long and awful. At length Pete said in a broken whisper "Lave me, sir, lave me." Philip turned away, breathing audibly. A moment longer Pete stood where he was, gripping his hat with both hands in front of him. Then he went down on his knees. "Oh, forgive me my hard thoughts of thee," he said. "Jesus, forgive me my hard thoughts of my poor Kirry." Philip heard no more.
"Sakes alive, Kirry," cried Nancy, "is it yourself it was? What were you saying a week ago?" "Well, do you expect a girl to be saying the one thing always?" laughed Kate. "Aw, no," said Cæsar. "A woman's opinions isn't usually as stiff as the tail of a fighting Tom cat. They're more coming and going, of a rule."
Nancy came from the kitchen at the moment, and hearing what he was saying, she lifted both hands and uttered a piercing shriek. He took her by the shoulders and turned her back, shut the door behind her, and said, holding his right hand hard at his side, "Women are brave, sir, but when the storm breaks on a man " He broke off and muttered again, "Dead! Kirry is dead!"
Then from the window came a tone of great awe, uttered with face turned upward as if to the last remaining star. "Poor boy! Poor boy! it's bitten he is, for sure." "Then it's yourself that's bitten me. Kirry " There was a little crow of gaiety. "Me? Am I the witch? You called me a fairy in the road this evening." "A fairy you are, girl, and a witch too; but listen, now "
"There's my black I can sell it for something it's never been wore at me since I sat through the sarvice with Grannie the Sunday after we got news of Kirry. And I'm not a big eater, Pete never was you can clear me of that anyway. A bit of bread and cheese for my dinner when you are out at the fishing, and I'm asking no better " "Hould your tongue, woman," cried Pete.
And you never heard tell of my Uncle Joe, of Scotland Road, down Clarence Dock way? To think of that now!" They went off with looks of perplexity, and Pete turned into the house. "They're trying to catch me; they're wanting to shame my poor lil Kirry. I must keep her name sweet," he thought.
"Aw, Kirry, of coorse," said Grannie, "and sticking that close to it of an everin that you haven't a chance to put a word on her." "Vanity, sir, vanity, all vanity," said Cæsar; and again he listened hard. Philip's eyes began to blink. "Teaching herself French, is she? Has she been doing it long, Grannie?"
"I'll be going along with you, Mr. Quilliam," said Jonaique. "And I," said John the Clerk. "And I" "And I," said the others, and in half a minute the room was empty. "Father," whimpered Grannie, through the glass partition, "hadn't you better saddle the mare and see if any thing's going wrong with Kirry?" "I was thinking the same myself, mother." "Come, then, away with you.
The ould kipper-box rolling on a block for a boat at sea do you mind it? Yourself houlding a bit of a broken broomstick in the rope handle for a mast, and me working the potato-dibber on the ground, first port and then starboard, for rudder and wind and oar and tide. 'Mortal dirty weather this, cap'n? 'Aw, yes, woman, big sea extraordinary' d'ye mind it, Kirry!"
"When I set her to my knee like this I can see my own lil Kirry again, said Grannie, looking down ruefully, rocking the child with one knee and doubling over it to kiss it. "So she's like the mammy, is she?" said Pete, blowing at the baby and tickling its chin with his broad forefinger. "Mammy's gone to the ould uncle's hasn't she, my lammie?"
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