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He would tell her and, in a moment, be lost to all surroundings. For little Jim was getting considerable enjoyment out of his hard work. "Pat nor Moike niver studied loike that," thought Mrs. O'Callaghan. "Nor did even Andy. Andy, he always jist loved his book and took his larnin' in aisy loike. But look at that little Jim work!"
'Twas his father as would have made a sled jist loike it, I'm thinkin'. But Moike," as she saw the light of affection in his eyes, "you'll be spoilin' me. Soon I'll not be wonderin' any more, but I'll be sayin', 'Moike will fix it some way." "Will you, mother?" cried the boy. "Will you promise me that?" "Moike!
In surprise she stood up. The strong, young arms reached past her, lifted the chair, and then the boy began to pick his way carefully so as not to strike this treasured possession against anything. "What are you doin', Moike?" asked Mrs. O'Callaghan in astonishment. "I'm takin' the chair outside where there's a cool shade. 'Tis too hot for you here where I'm cookin'."
"I haven't any horse to spare just now, Mike," he said; "but hold on, you can have Billy, the mule, if you wish." There was a little twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, but Mike didn't see the twinkle and readily accepted the mule and led him over to where his own turn-out stood. "Moike Delaney, phot kind av a horse do yez call that?" demanded Rosy. "It's a mule, ye ignoramus," he answered.
Says I, 'I do, Gineral Brady. I'll be bold to say my Moike will do it. So there I've promised for you, Moike, and you're to have a dollar a month." The boy's delight at the prospect shone in his eyes and his mother went on, "Strong and hearty you are, Moike, and I've been thinkin' what's to hinder your gettin' other lawns with school out next week and nothin' to bother you."
I'd have no pride left in me if I could think I had a pretindin' b'y about the house. And now, Moike, I'll teach you to cook. It's my belafe you can larn it. Why, Pat didn't know nothin' about it when he begun, and now he can cook meat and potatoes and such better as many a doless girl I've seen. You think Pat's cookin' tastes pretty good, don't you, Moike?"
"It looks loike the hivens hed opened an' swalleyed him up," was Mike Delaney's comment. "Be jabbers, we all know th' hivens was wide open enough last noight. Me turn-out is afther standin' in two foot o' wather, an' Rosy raisin' the mischief because she can't go out. 'Moike, sez she, 'Moike Delaney, git a boat or Oi'll be drowned, an' niver a boat in sight.
Andy and Jim were not in such a hurry to rise, having reached the age when boys need a deal of persuasion to get them up. "They'll be along in a minute," thought the widow. "Here comes Moike." Along they were in a minute, as their mother had predicted. The little woman was fond of effect. "There's toimes when it's the thing to spake before 'em all," she thought. "This is wan of 'em.
Farnham's store, I can't say. But sure Pat, he steps up, and Moike steps into the good place Pat has stepped out of, and gives Andy his chance here at home. There's them that says there's no chances for anybody any more, but the world's full of chances. It's nothin' but chances, so 'tis.
"Sure, an' Moike Delaney is not here, Dick Arbuckle," came in a female voice. "He's gone off wid Pawnee Brown, and there's no tellin' whin he'll be back. Is yer father gone?" "Yes, and I don't know where," and now Dick stepped closer, as the round and freckled face of Rosy Delaney peered forth from a hole in the canvas end. "He went to bed when I did, and now he's missing." "Saints preserve us!
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