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And I've larned that goose to slape in it, so I have, and an awful job it was, too. Geese and pigs now, Moike, are slow to larn. But he knows his place at last, so he does, and you'll foind him in it."
I couldn't have wished nothin' no better than that. And nobody couldn't nayther. I'll be up to-morrow mysilf to help and the nixt day, too. Don't tell me there's nothin' I can't be doin'. Jim can run things to home, can't you, Jim?" Little Jim thought he could. "I'll have Pat and Moike see to gettin' him a new suit to-morrow.
Though it wouldn't have been good nayther if you hadn't cooked it good, Moike. There's them as can cook 'most anything and have it good, jist as there's them as can spoil the best. And now, Moike, I've news for you. But first do you notice how clean Jim kapes things? Him and Andy makes a foine team, so they do."
"Moike, yez hev a mimory." A big Negro pushed out his huge jaw and blustered at his fellows. "I's a-gwine to bust thet yaller nigger's haid," he declared. "Bill, he's your fr'en'. Cool down, man, cool down," replied a comrade. A teamster was writing a letter in lead-pencil, using a board over his knees. "Jim, you goin' to send money home?" queried a fellow-laborer.
"Moike was sayin' his head throubles him a good bit." "So it does, and that's why I am so worried. When he gets those awful pains he is apt to walk away and keep right on without knowing where he is going." "Poor mon! Oi wisht Oi could help yez. Mebbe Moike will be back soon. Ain't Jack Rasco about?" "No, he is off with Pawnee Brown, too.
Then catching sight, around the corner of the table, of the enraptured two on the kitchen floor busy over the new family treasure, she cried: "Now, Barney and Tommie, to bed with you, and dream of havin' the sled Saturdays, for that's what you shall have. 'Tis Moike makes the treats for us all." That evening at half-past nine there was a knock on the sitting-room door. "Come!" called the General.
I've been worryin' about it ever since, and the minute my work was done I come a-flyin' to see." "You needn't worry no more, Pat. Sure, and I thought when the chance come for you to go to Mrs. Gineral Brady 'twas because the Lord saw our need. And that was it, no doubt, but there's more to it, Pat. You went that I might foind out what koind of a b'y Moike is.
Pat and Moike and Andy showin' that you sense what they're doin' is enough for 'em. Jist that will kape 'em goin' foine. But Jim, he'll take leadin' with praise and shovin' with blame, and he'll get both of 'em from me, so he will. For sure, he's Tim's b'y, too, and will I be leavin' him to spoil for want of a harsh word now and then? I won't that.
"Sure and I would, Jim," said his mother earnestly. "Will you try?" "I will." And then steps crunched on the snowy path that led to the shanty door, and Mike came in. There was that in his face that told his mother without a word that he brought good news. "Moike! Moike! 'Tis the shanty's the luckiest place in town, for there's naught but good news comes to it, do you see?
And now's your chance to show Moike that you can kape the dishes shinin', and niver a speck of dust on anything as well as he could himsilf." Jim straightened himself, and Mike smiled encouragingly upon him. "You can do it, Jim," he said with a nod. And Jim decided then and there that he would do it. "I'll be lookin' round when I come to visit you all from Mrs.
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