We won't starve while them last, will we ?" Andy's cheerful tone had its effect upon his mother.
"Perhaps you're right, Andy," she said, smiling.

"At any rate we won't cry till it's time." "To-morrow I'll go out and see if I can find work." "Suppose you don't find it, Andy ?" suggested his sister.
"Then I'll take in washing," said Andy, laughing.

"It's an iligant washer I'd make, wouldn't I now ?" "Nobody'd hire you more than once, Andy." By and by they had supper.

If they had been alone they would have got along on bread and tea; but "Andy needs meat, for he's a growing boy," said his mother.
And so Mary was dispatched to the butcher's for a pound and a half of beefsteak, which made the meal considerably more attractive.

Mrs.
Burke felt that it was extravagant, particularly just as her income was diminished, but she couldn't bear to stint Andy.