"How is the pink lady to-day, ma?" asked Pearlie, setting
Danny down and beginning operations on Bugsey.
"Oh, she's as swate as ever, an' can talk that soft and
kind about children as to melt the heart in ye."
Danny crept up on his mother's knee "Ma, did she give ye
pie?" he asked, wistfully.
"Yes, me beauty, and she sent this to you wid her love,"
and Mrs. Watson took a small piece out of a newspaper
from under her cape. It was the piece that had been set
on the kitchen table for Mrs. Watson's dinner. Danny
called them all to have a bite.
"Sure it's the first bite that's always the best, a body
might not like it so well on the second," said Jimmy as
he took his, but Bugsey refused to have any at all. "Wan
bite's no good," he said, "it just lets yer see what yer
missin."
"D'ye think she'll ever come to see us, ma?" asked Pearlie,
as she set Danny in the chair to give him his supper.
The family was fed in divisions. Danny was always in
Division A.
"Her? Is it?" said Mrs. Watson and they all listened,
for Pearlie's story to-day had far surpassed all her
former efforts, and it seemed as if there must be some
hope of its coming true. "Why och! childer dear, d'ye
think a foine lady like her would be bothered with the
likes of us? She is r'adin' her book, and writin' letthers,
and thinkin' great thoughts, all the time. When she was
speakin' to me to-day, she looked at me so wonderin' and
faraway I could see that she thought I wasn't there at
all at all, and me farninst her all the time--no childer,
dear, don't be thinkin' of it, and Pearlie, I think ye'd
better not be puttin' notions inter their heads.
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