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And now I've something else to be talkin' of. Will you be havin' the goose for Gineral and Mrs. Brady to-morrow?" "I will, mother," answered Mike respectfully. "Then, Moike, when you get ready to go back, you'll foind the foinest wan of the lot all by himsilf in a box Pat brought from the store. Mr. Farnham give it to him, though he mostly sells 'em.
Dooley, could you take your children away to the country to-morrow, if I find a place for you?" "It's very little money I have, sir." "It won't cost you anything. Can you leave your family?" "There's only Moike. And he'll do very well by himself," he was told. "Then if the children can go, be ready at 10:15 to-morrow, and you shall all go up for a couple of weeks to my mother's in Massachusetts.
Hearing which, Jim became pompous, and the widow judged that she might tell her news without unduly rousing up his jealousy. "Well, then, Moike, you'll niver be guessin' the news, only maybe you've heard it already, for 'tis school news. Andy's to be set ahead of his class into the nixt higher wan. It's proud I am, for ivery family needs a scholar, so it does."
"Do you know what you look loike, Moike?" The boy glanced at her inquiringly. "You look loike you was goin' to make short work of your larnin' and come up to Pat before you know it. I niver knowed a b'y to get the worst of it that looked that way out of his eye. It's a sort of 'do it I will, and let them stop me that can' look, Moike dear.
A long time he had stood in the shadow of Pat's achievements. This morning he was showing what he could do. "This permotion is pretty foine," said Mrs. O'Callaghan. "Moike, my b'y, you have stepped up aisy loike a gintleman into Pat's place, and now let's see you cook." Mike looked crestfallen at once. "I can't cook, mother," he said. "Not the least in the world.
'Stand back, says he, 'till Oi see what's needed. Yez should have seen him walk into that sheet av flame, an' stand theer, quiet-like, thinkin', an' it so hot that we at the door were coverin' our faces to save them from scorchin'. Then he says: 'Get your muskets! We went, an' Moike says to me: 'It's no good. No man can touch them cars. He's goin' to attind to the strikers, But not he.
Not that anybody wants to stop you, and it's an ilegant look, too, as I've often seen on your father's face when he had a hard job ahead of him." By this time Mike was ready for anything. He really knew more than his mother gave him credit for, having furtively watched Pat more than once. "Well, well, Moike!" exclaimed Mrs. O'Callaghan when the last bed was made.
Had their mother known all, they might have stayed in the kitchen engaged in the difficult task of keeping their eyes open at least an hour longer. But they were fast enough asleep in their bed when Pat came gaily in. "Ah, Pat, my b'y, you kept still at supper toime famous, so you did, but the news is out," began Mrs. O'Callaghan. "It's Moike that's in luck, and sure he desarves it."
O'Callaghan smiled. "Are you sure of it?" she asked. "I am," was the determined answer. "Have it your own way. You and Moike are headstrong b'ys, so you are. If you kape on I'll have nothin' to do but to sit with my hands folded. And that's what your father was always plazed to see me do."
You moind what I told you about permotions, Pat? 'Twas your steppin' up that give Moike his chance to show what he could do. And Moike was ready for it. Chances don't do nobody no good that ain't ready for 'em. Andy there is a-watchin', I know." The frail little fellow smiled.
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