Shure, Andy needs them more than she does." "Will you have them boiled or fried, Andy ?" asked his mother.
"Any way, mother.

I'm hungry enough to ate 'em raw.

It's hungry work walkin' ten miles wid a bundle on your back, let alone the fightin'." "Fighting!" exclaimed Mrs.Burke, pausing in drawing out the table.
"Fightin', Andy ?" chimed in Mary, in chorus.
"Yes, mother," said Andy.
"And who did you fight with ?" asked the widow, anxiously.
"With a boy that feels as big as a king; maybe bigger." "What's his name ?" "I heard his father call him Godfrey." "What, Godfrey Preston ?" exclaimed Mrs.Burke in something like consternation.
"Yes, that's the name.

He lives in a big house a mile up the road." "What made you fight with him, Andy ?" inquired his mother, anxiously.
"He began it." "What could he have against you?
He didn't know you." "He thought as I only was an Irish boy he could insult me, and call me names, but I was too much for him." "I hope you didn't hurt him ?" "I throwed him twice, mother, but then his father came up and that put a stop to the fight." "And what did his father say ?" "He took my part, mother, when he found out how it was, and scolded his son.

Shure, he's a gentleman." "Yes, Colonel Preston is a gentleman." "And that's where he isn't like his son, I'm thinkin'." "No.