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In Sheelah's code of etiquette there were no somersaults in the "s" column. "It's a reg'lar lark to hide in your mother's hair," was going on the girl child's voice. "Yes, sir, that's the reg'larest kind!" Murray gasped again, harder. For that kind took away his breath altogether and made him feel a little dizzy, as if he were were doing it now hiding in his mother's hair!
The good man smoked on, and every puff appeared, as an evaporation of his anger. In due time he was as placid as herself, drew his breath in a grave composed manner, laid his pipe quietly on the hob, and went about his business as if nothing had occurred between them. These bickerings were strictly private, with the exception of some disclosures made to Sheelah's mother and sisters.
Oh no!" for she saw him then, an inert little heap at Sheelah's feet. She gathered him up in her arms. "I won't! I won't go, Sheelah! I'm waiting. She promis " in drowsy murmur. "She's here she's come, Murray! Mamma's come home to put you to bed Little Silly, open your eyes and see mamma!" And he opened them and saw the love in her eyes before he saw her. Sleep took instant wings. He sprang up.
He could almost feel light fingers unlacing the stubbed little shoe; Sheelah's fingers were rather heavy and not patient with knots. Hers would be patient there are some things one is certain of.
Betty, Sheelah's daughter, sat presiding at the tea-table, giving the keys to her mother when wanted, but never forgetting to ask for them again. Little Tommy took his cake and hid himself under the table, close by his mother, Mrs. Betty; and could not be tempted out but by Sheelah, whom he followed, watching for her to go in to Mr.
Just the little white dress he had on tucks in it and a dainty edging of lace! She had recognized Sheelah's maxims and laughed. Sheelah was stuffing the child with notions. "If anybody p'omises, they do it." It seemed to come to her over the wire in a baby's voice and to strike against her heart. This mother of a little son stood suddenly self-convicted of a crime the crime of faithlessness.
Tommy!" said he, turning to a little boy of five years old, Sheelah's grandchild, who was playing about in the room, "hand, me that whistle you're whistling with, till I see what's the matter with it for you."
Then the priests though it was not essential that all should go, did all, to Sheelah's satisfaction, accompany the funeral the whole way, three long miles, to the burying-place of the O'Shanes; a remote old abbey-ground, marked only by some scattered trees, and a few sloping grave-stones.
"Now," said Larry, "to let you see that my son's not widout something to begin the world wid Phelim, shill out the rest o' the yallow boys." "Faix, you ought to dhrink the ould woman's health for this," said Phelim. "Poor ould crathur, many a long day she was savin' up these for me. It's my mother I'm speakin' about." "An' we will, too," said the father; "here's Sheelah's health, neighbors!
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