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"Howly Mither, forgive me," cried Mrs. O'Malligan. Miss Ruth turned away to hide her tears. "Have you had a doctor yet?" she inquired. "No, I had just gotten here a moment ahead of you," explained Mr. Dilke. "Well," said Miss Ruth, decidedly, "whether it proves serious or not, he ought to go to St.
Tony's childers all th' time, it's surely a few she'd be a-givin' me, whin I tell her about th' darlint, an' me a niver askin' fer nothin' at all, along of all mine bein' boys. Sure an' I'll be a-beggin' her this very day, I will, whin I carry me washin' home." And Mrs. O'Malligan being as good as her word, and Mrs.
And leaving Joey to Mrs. O'Malligan, until their return, the two started off. "You've evidently been very good to Joey," Miss Stannard remarked graciously, as they went along. Mr. Dilke blushed furiously, "Who? I? No more than the other men in the Regiment.
"We'll be happy to have you, ma'am," and with a salute, the old soldier marched out the door. "Indade, Miss Ruthie, an' it's proud I am to go wid ye," said Mrs. O'Malligan some hours later, in response to Miss Ruth's request to go over to the Armory with her, "just ye wait till I starts the Angel choild up the steps," and Mrs.
Nor, if Mary's word can be taken, were these efforts wasted upon her little ladyship, who, awakened by the bustle on the very first occasion of Mary's crusade against the general disorder, sat up in the crib donated by Mrs. O'Malligan, the last of the O'Malligans being now in trousers, and hung over the side with every mark of approving interest.
Old G. A. R. in the background gave vent to a sudden chuckle. "Obey your superior officers, Major, afore anything," he corrected. "Faith I'll jist take him in me lap an' say whir he's hurted for meself," said Mrs. O'Malligan briskly and forthwith laid her energetic hand upon the little fellow. At her well meant but rough handling, the child cried out, turning white to the lips.
O'Malligan accordingly, was soon accompanying Miss Ruth through the big door of the Armory. The old soldier met them and led the way into a neat box of a room, very orderly, very spotless. Here, on a cot, lay the Major, his eyes turned to meet them expectantly. It was quite pitiful to see how these few days had changed him into the white little chap looking up from the pillow.
As for Mrs. O'Malligan, who had so successfully betrayed the secrets of her neighbors, she was the most surprised of all to find her own discovered. For, learning that the O'Malligans' savings toward "a house of our own over th' river wid a goat an' a bit of a pig-sty," still lacked a small sum of being sufficient, the Angel had accordingly completed the amount.
O'Malligan, that lady's bitter hatred of these guardians of the public welfare being well known, since that day when three small O'Malligans were taken in the act of relieving a passing Italian gentleman of a part of his stock of bananas. Mrs.
O'Malligan in fact, nor did they pause in their haste, until the Angel was safe in Norma's embrace and the Major anything but safe, in the clutches of the irate Irish lady. "An' it's yerself, ye limb, an' plaze to tell us whut ye mane by it?" the loud-voiced Mrs. O'Malligan demanded, "a-runnin' off with the childer agin, an' the whole Tiniment out huntin' an' her niver to be found at all, at all?"
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