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Mullarkey, as a descendant of one of the Irish kings, is to be looked upon only as an inspiring ideal, inciting one to high and ever higher flights of happy incapacity. Benella ostensibly oversees the care of our rooms, but she is comparatively helpless in such a kingdom of misrule.
Jerry disdained to reply or to let his enraptured gaze wander for a moment from the dazzling poster. Curiosity soon got the better of Chris and he started to walk back. "El'funt!" shouted Chris, when he was near enough to see the poster. His shout started the whole Mullarkey brood galloping towards the billboard. "The circus!" cried Danny, from the superior experience of his nine years.
"Mother, why didn't you make Jerry help pick gooseberries?" asked Danny, as soon as he entered and caught sight of Jerry. "He can't have any pie, can he, Mother?" said Celia Jane. "Why, he was out with you," replied Mrs. Mullarkey. "He just this minute came in." "He wasn't near the gooseberry patch," Danny informed her. "He didn't pick a single gooseberry," Celia Jane interpolated.
But he will not let any one play upon it. He says it is a relic. When the good priest of St. Gerome christened Patrick Mullarkey, he lent himself unconsciously to an innocent deception. To look at the name, you would think, of course, it belonged to an Irishman; the very appearance of it was equal to a certificate of membership in a Fenian society.
"Jerry Elbow," replied Jerry, hot within at this making fun of his name which always seemed to give Danny so much enjoyment. "Jerry Elbow," said Danny, putting so much sarcasm into pronouncing the name as to make it almost unbelievable that it could be a name. "What kind of a name is that Elbow! Might as well be Neck or Foot." "It's just as good as Danny Mullarkey!" declared Jerry.
As he watched, he felt himself being lifted in a pair of strong arms and twisted his head around to see who it might be. It was Whiteface! He had got back without Jerry's seeing him! Yet Jerry was sure he hadn't winked his eyes, not even once. "Away we go to the Mullarkey house!
"You had better see Ireland from the tourist's point of view for a few years yet, until we have learned the art of living; but if you are determined to know the humours of the people, cast all thought of comfort behind you." So we did, and we afterward thought that this would be a good motto for Mrs. Mullarkey to carve over the door of Knockarney House. Mrs.
"Jerry's got something to eat!" Danny called over his shoulder to some one out of sight. "Come on, kids!" Jerry hastily swallowed the piece of apple in his mouth and bit off the very largest chunk he could. He knew by long and bitter experience how little would be left for him after the Mullarkey brood had all nibbled at it.
"Jerry's done more for Kathleen than her own brothers and sisters have ever done, unless it's Nora," declared Mrs. Mullarkey. "It's no wonder she loves him best." "That's not fifty cents' worth of cough drops," Danny accused. "Where's the rest of the money? Make him tell, Mother." Kathleen saved him the necessity of replying.
The dancing girl in short skirts and the man with the beard which fell to his feet and the very red-faced snake charmer merely whetted his appetite for what was to come, while to Jerry and the rest of the Mullarkey children it was a substantial part of the feast itself.
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