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There were laughter, profanity, play a continuous hum, but compared to Benton's usual turmoil, it was pleasant. The workmen talked in groups, and, like all crowds of men sober and unexcited, they were given largely to badinage and idle talk. "Wot was ut I owed ye, Moike?" asked a strapping grader. Mike scratched his head. "Wor it thorty dollars this toime?" "It wor," replied the other.
O'Callaghan when Larry had been disposed of, "'tis fitting you should sit to-night in the father's chair. Sit you down in it." "Not I, mother," responded the gallant Mike. "Sit you in it, and 'twill be all the same as if I sat there myself." "Well, well, Moike," said the widow with a pleased smile. "Have it your own way. Kape on tryin' to spoil your mother with kindness.
The kitchen was uncomfortably warm as a sleeping place now, but what could be done about it? Nothing. "It's all there is, and I won't be sayin' a word about it, so I won't," she thought. "I'll jist tuck Larry in with Moike, and I guess I can stand it." Wash day for the home. She hardly felt equal to her task. Breakfast was over, but what was Mike doing? Not making his beds, nor washing his dishes.
An hour after found him again among the boomers. Mike Delaney was just coming in by the Allen trail. The Irishman was much crestfallen over his failure to find a better trail than that selected by the scout, and Rosy was giving it to him with a vengeance. "Th' nixt toime ye go forward it will be undher Pawnee Brown's directions, Moike Delaney!" she cried.
It's sorry I am about the graduation, but the Gineral knows best, so he does." Then her thought turned to the finances of the family. "And how much is sixteen and fifteen?" she asked. "Sure, and it's thirty-wan. Thirty-wan dollars a month for us this winter, and Moike takin' care of himself, to say nothin' of what Moike has earned with the lawn mower.
"Huh!" thought jealous little Jim, who was only feigning sleep. "Now, mother," said Pat when the tiny lamp stood once more on the kitchen table, and the two sat beside the stove, "will you give up two of your wash places?" "Not I, Pat dear. With six of us, not countin' you and not countin' Moike, who cares for himsilf, we need all the money we can honestly get." "Only one, then, mother; only one.
At this every face grew bright, for even Barney and Tommie saw that no undue praise of Pat was meant, but that, as O'Callaghans, they were all held incapable of telling other people's stories, and they lifted their heads up. All but Larry who, with sleepily drooping crown, was that moment taken up and prepared for bed. "And now, Moike," said Mrs.
Peter turned and walked away. He went down town to the Blacketts. "I want you to carry the matter to the courts," he told the father. "These men deserve punishment, and if you'll let me go on with it, it shan't cost you anything; and by bringing a civil suit as well, you'll probably get some money out of it." Blackett gave his assent. So too did Patrick Milligan, and "Moike" Dooley.
"Maybe I'll be havin' the chance to do 'em a good turn some day," she said. "I will, if I can. But whether I do or not, I've got it here in writin', that when all was gone, and I didn't have nothin', the Lord sint fifty friends to help me out. Let me be gettin' down in the heart and discouraged again, and I'll take this book and read the Lord's doin's for me. Come Pat and Moike!
As if every felly that owed me a whisky bill didn't come to me and say, 'Ah, Misther Roscommon, or 'Moike, as the case moight be, sure it's an illigant sthrike I've made this day, and it's meself that has put down your name as an original locater, and yer fortune's made, Mr. Roscommon, and will yer fill me up another quart for the good luck betune you and me.
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