Watson. This
is a rale purty girl, this oldest one. What's her name?'
and ma ups and tells her it is Rebecca Jane Pearl, named
for her two grandmothers, and Pearl just for short. She
says, 'I'll be for taking you home wid me, Pearlie, to
play the pianny for me,' and then she asks all around
what the children's names is, and then she brings out a
big box, from under her cape, all tied wid store string,
and she planks it on the table and tearin' off the string,
she sez, 'Now, Pearlie, it's ladies first, tibby sure.
What would you like to see in here?' And I says up quick--
'A long coat wid fer on it, and a handkerchief smellin'
strong of satchel powder,' and she whipped them out of
the box and threw them on my knee, and a new pair of red
mitts too. And then she says, 'Mary, acushla, it's your
turn now.' And Mary says, 'A doll with a real head on
it,' and there it was as big as Danny, all dressed in
green satin, opening its eyes, if you plaze."
"Now, me!" roared Danny, squirming in his chair.
"'Daniel Mulcahey Watson, what wud you like?' she says,
and Danny ups and says, 'Chockaluts and candy men and
taffy and curren' buns and ginger bread,' and she had
every wan of them."
"'Robert Roblin Watson, him as they call Bugsey, what
would you like?' and 'Patrick Healy Watson, as is called
Patsey, what is your choice?' says she, and--"
In the confusion that ensued while these two young
gentlemen thus referred to stated their modest wishes,
their mother came in, tired and pale, from her hard day's
work.
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