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Updated: May 7, 2025
The face of Walter McAndrew, Attorney-at-Law, expressed surprise. "What's the drive?" he asked. "That's what I want to know. How am I to drive? Uncle Em, see here. I want a runabout wait, please wait! A nice, shiny runabout, that I can 'run' myself. I'll take you some of the time. Now, when can I have it?"
Exhilarated, I sprang from Terence's arms to the sodden, bared space, and methinks I yet hear my shrill, piping note, and see my legs kicking in the fling of it. There was an uproar, a deeper voice chimed in, and here was McAndrew flinging his legs with mine:
McAndrew rose and began pacing the veranda. "Richards said it was a poor, half-witted creature," he murmured, as though thinking aloud. "But, dear," interposed his wife, "half-witted creatures can be killed!" Aunt Em's thoughts seemed to be keeping pace with those of the man marching up and down the piazza floor. "Oh, she won't die. That sort o' folks don't," her husband answered.
Arrived at the great building among whose offices was that of Walter McAndrew, Attorney-at-Law, Gloria's thoughts were turned into a new channel. She remembered that she had come down town on important business, and it was up two flights in this office building where she was to transact it. Uncle Em was Walter McAndrew, Attorney-at-Law. She took the elevator and was presently at the right door.
The girl lay smiling among the pillows. "If you are to be a District Nurse, dear, it might be well for you to get up to breakfast." "Well, I'm prepared to go to even that length! You'll hear a bird, auntie, and simultaneously you'll hear me getting up!" Gloria was as good as her word. Mrs. McAndrew met her with a smile.
McAndrew caught sight of the white, strained face of the girl he pushed back his chair and sprang to his feet. "What is it?" he exclaimed. But his wife gave one startled look and then bowed her head as though waiting for a storm to pass. "I've found it out, Uncle Em!" said Gloria, in a voice that was not Gloria's. "Found out about Pleasant Street and No. 80." Not a jot did her voice falter.
McAndrew came home to luncheon, which was rather an unusual proceeding for the busy attorney during hot weather. Mrs. McAndrew, seated with her mending on the shady piazza, could see a worried expression upon her husband's face even before he reached the steps. "Something is the matter," she said, rising hastily, while spools and scissors fell upon the cat dozing near.
It is a miserably mean thing." Mr. McAndrew was drawing his breath sharply. "As you say, the property was left in my trust for you by your father, but I had no need to turn it over to Richards. It should have been fixed up. It serves me right that this has come upon me." It was the lawyer's voice that broke now. Gloria raised her head and wiped her drenched face.
"Frenchies, sure," said Terence; "there'll be plenty av thim for a season. Faith, I do hear they're tinder as lambs." "You'll no set tooth in the Frenchies," the pessimistic McAndrew put in, "wi' five thousand redskins aboot, and they lying in wait. The Colonel's no vera mindful of that, I'm thinking." "Will ye hush, ye ill-omened hound!" cried Cowan, angrily. "Pitch him in the crick, Mac!"
Their prevarication and procrastination are at times almost maddening. I have seen men and women actually fencing with questions put to them by the excellent priest who dwells at Letterfrack, Father McAndrew, who was obliged to exercise all his authority to obtain a straight answer concerning the potato crop grown on a patch of conacre land.
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