There was my father and mother, and all my brothers and sisters (bating Tim, who was in bed sure enough, and died next day), and that baste Father McGrath to boot.

When my mother saw me she ran to me and hugged me as she wept on my neck, and then she wiped her eyes and sat down again; but nobody else said 'How d'ye do ?' or opened their mouths to me.

I said to myself, 'Sure there's some trifling mistake here,' but I held my tongue.

At last they all opened their mouths with a vengeance.

My father commenced--'Ar'n't you ashamed on yourself, Terence O'Brien ?' 'Ar'n't you ashamed on yourself, Terence O'Brien ?' cried Father M'Grath.