We won't starve." "I'll get work ag'in soon, maybe," said Pat, encouraged.
"Shure you will." "And if I don't, I'll help you wash," said her husband, humorously.
"Shure you'd spoil the clothes," said Bridget, laughing.
In the evening Phil played, and they had a merry time.

Mr.McGuire quite forgot that he was out of work, and, seizing his wife by the waist, danced around the kitchen, to the great delight of the children.
The next morning Phil thanked Mrs.McGuire for her kindness, and prepared to go away.
"Why will you go ?" asked Bridget, hospitably.

"Shure we have room for you.

You can pay us a little for your atin', and sleep with the childer." "I should like it," said Phil, "but----" "But what ?" "Pietro will come for me." "And if he does, my Pat will kick him out of doors." Mr.McGuire was six feet in height, and powerfully made.

There was no doubt he could do it if he had the opportunity.