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But hit seemed like I was plumb balled up an' couldn't rightly say what was best. There ain't really no call to crowd this thing as I can see. Suppose you takes your time to think it over. Me an' Pat'll let you alone, an' if you decides to fergit all about hit, you can bet your last red we'll be damn glad to help. Nobody but us three will ever know. 'T ain't as if it was a-doin' anybody any harm."
"When I think he's gone, it seems as if I'd die, too. But, thanks to you and Miss Warren Mary make it up to her! my Pat'll have the finest funeral since the Guinny saloon man was buried. Ah, if he could have lived to see it, he'd have died content!" The pull at the boarding-house bell was answered by a rather slatternly maid, who informed the visitor that she guessed Mr.
It's full of plants, so 'tis, a sort of a garden house where they sells flowers for weddin's and funerals and such, and maybe Pat'll be showin' you through it some day when he gets acquainted. I'm told anybody can see it.
Saturday he would have to work all day, of course, but Sunday he would have almost nothing to do," said Mrs. Brady. "The washing and ironing I put out," she added as Mrs. O'Callaghan still hesitated. "You're very koind, ma'am," responded the widow after a pause. "I hope Pat'll go to you. I'll ask him." "What makes you think he might not like to come?" inquired Mrs. Brady, anxious in her turn.
"And it's Pat will sit in the rocking-chair and rest himsilf this avenin'," cried Mrs. O'Callaghan, returning to her cooking from a brief trip to the door. "It's Pat'll be bringin' home money the night; honest money that he's earned." The little boys appeared impressed, and on Mike's face came a look of determination that led his mother to say, "All in good toime, Moike.
Pat'll understand!" She moved at that moved sharply, convulsively, passionately. For a moment her eyes met his; for a moment she seemed on the verge of amazed questioning, even of vehement protest. But perhaps the grey eyes that looked straight and steadfast into her own made speech seem unnecessary for she only whispered, "St. Patrick!" in a voice that trembled and broke. And "Princess!
When the war was over, the Gineral's business was done, I say, and it's hopin' I am it'll soon be evenin', for I'm wantin' to hear what Pat'll say." It was, in the main, a quiet supper at the shanty, and, for the most part, a silent evening. One by one the boys went to bed, and Pat and his mother were left alone. "Pat," began Mrs.
But the weight made no sign; and his friends, thinking he was merely feeling it, said, "Wait a bit, Pat'll have it up the next pull." Mr. Farren rested a moment, then threw off his coat, rubbed his hands, and, seizing the handle a second time, tugged away at it till his muscles swelled and his frame quivered.
"It's a little early to corral 'em, sundown is about the regular time, but it's a good scheme to give him plenty of time to get acquainted with the layout. You get up early, Vic, and let 'em out on the far side of the ridge. Pat'll do the rest. I'll have to jog along now."
O'Callaghan, as she washed vigorously for her boys, was thinking, too. "It's wishin' I am 'twas avenin'," she cried at last, "and then 'twould be off my moind, so 'twould. I can't tell no more than nothin' what Pat'll be sayin'. And what's worse, I can't tell what I want him to be sayin'. 'Tis the best I want him to be doin', but what's the best?
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