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He can be earning a little money in the summer time and help you out that way." "You're an angel if ever there was one in this world, Mr. Phillips," said Mrs. Mullarkey. "If the county will allow me for Jerry's keep, I'll take better care of him than he'd get at any institution and it would help me in keeping the brood together." "I'll see what I can do," said Mr. Phillips.
"Don't be afraid of Whiteface, Kathleen," called Jerry. "He's father." At last Mrs. Mullarkey found her voice, but at the queer, choking sound she made, Jerry looked up and saw tears running down her face. "I can't tell you how glad I am that you have found your father and mother, Jerry," she said. "Mr. Darner is here now and, after all, he was going to take you away this very day.
Jerry asked, terribly disappointed. "No," replied Whiteface, "but they do other things more remarkable than that." "What?" asked Jerry. "I want to see them." "Of course you do," said his father. "You want to see all the circus and you shall to-night, and Mrs. Mullarkey and Celia Jane, too." "All of it?" questioned Jerry.
"An' we're all goin' to the circus to-night!" Danny informed them. "All of us!" Celia Jane got breath enough to utter. "Me, too?" Nora asked. "Yes, all of you!" laughed Jerry. "And Kathleen, too." "I wanta see serka," cried the baby. "And so you shall," said Whiteface, so close that Kathleen drew whimpering away from his white, chalky features. "It's all true, Mrs. Mullarkey."
"You won't find many folks who'd bring you home like father did and keep you," Danny pursued. "I'm going to run away," was all that Jerry replied. "What'll you do for something to eat?" demanded Chris, in a tone that showed admiration for a boy not afraid to run away, even if he wasn't a Mullarkey. "I dunno," said Jerry, "but I'll find a way."
I want you to go to Mr. Burrows, one of the proprietors of the circus, and satisfy yourself on that point and that I am a man of my word. While you are doing that we can arrange with Mrs. Mullarkey. We want to be alone with her. I'll see you again before to-night's performance." Mr. Darner stood up.
He couldn't leave that behind, nor yet the overcoat which she had made for him out of an old coat of her husband's just after Mr. Mullarkey had died. The other things he didn't care much about. Yes, after all, he would take the ragged, fuzzy cloth dog that Kathleen had insisted on giving him.
Here was the home of my guide, Pat Mullarkey, whose name was as Irish as his nature was French-Canadian, and who was so fond of children that, having lost his only one, he was willing to give up smoking in order to save money for the adoption of a baby from the foundling asylum at Quebec.
There ain't no law against offerin' to trade, I guess. I'll teach you to skate and let you use the skates I got at Christmas if you will. An' I'll feed your white rabbit for you." "No," said Jerry, edging away from him, ready to run to the house if Danny should try to grab the ticket. "I earned the ticket and I'm a-goin' to see the circus." "Dinner's ready, children," called Mrs. Mullarkey.
A few days before the circus was to come to town Jerry and the Mullarkey children were returning from the woods by the creek, where they had gone to see what the prospects were for a good yield of hazel and hickory nuts in the fall, and had just entered the edge of town when they saw Darn Darner approaching.
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