If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . ance atme. She had taken my dripping umbrella and mackin-tosh when I entered, and with her old-time solicitude formy comfort, had gone down on her knees to whisk offmy rubbers and to see for herself whether or not thehem of my skirt was forlornly draggled and wet. You do be so careless, you know, mum; an widoutme to be lookin afther you— Katie finished with a look far more eloquent thanwords and expressing her full appreciation of the greatloss I sustained when she and Terrence suspended hos-tilities long enough to be married and g
If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . ance atme. She had taken my dripping umbrella and mackin-tosh when I entered, and with her old-time solicitude formy comfort, had gone down on her knees to whisk offmy rubbers and to see for herself whether or not thehem of my skirt was forlornly draggled and wet. You do be so careless, you know, mum; an widoutme to be lookin afther you— Katie finished with a look far more eloquent thanwords and expressing her full appreciation of the greatloss I sustained when she and Terrence suspended hos-tilities long enough to be married and go to home-makingfor themselves. I did miss her, my loyal-hearted, loving little Irishgirl! And I felt a kind of proprietary interest in the tinythree-room flat and liked to slip into its shelter whenNovember chills penetrated to my heart; for Katie wasalways a tonic to mind and spirit and a sure dispeller ofblues, and Terry was a handsome, big-hearted fellow, withall the virtues of his race and enough of other qualities 95 $6 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A sJ to keep him from being chief accomplishment was re-pentance and Katie was his un-wearying confessor. The trials I do be havinwidI Terry, mum, said Katie, stoppingin her work and placing one small,red hand upon her hip and lookingat me with the dimple in her cheek held sternly incheck, 11 be the death iv me, the saints bless him!Only a wake ago me bread war that white an sweet it udmake yer mouth wather; an knowin the poor service yehave now (with a compassionate sigh), I made bould tosind yez a small loaf fur yer brekquest when Terry wasgoing by yer dure to his work. Well, pwhat did he aobut lave it on the cable-car an go on as continted asye plaze widout it, niver onct givin it a thought until Iaxed him at night war ye plazed. Ah, poor bye, he wasthat repintant hed a made yer heart ache ! Katie began laying the table in the clean little roomand flitted back and forth as she talked. Och, the letters and th
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