But I have no further need of him." I might have been called upon to explain this statement, had not the whole party of women, who stood around burst into wild expressions of delight at Pat's beautiful clothes.
"Oh! jist look at 'em!" cried Mrs.Duffy.

"An' see thim leetle pittycoots, thrimmed wid lace! Oh, an' it was good in ye, sir, to give him all thim, an' pay the foive dollars, too." "An' I'm glad he's back," said the fostering aunt, "for I was a coomin' over to till ye that I've been hearin' from owle Pat, his dad, an' he's a coomin' back from the moines, and I don't know what he'd a' said if he'd found his leetle Pat was rinted.

But if ye iver want to borry him, for a whoile, after owle Pat's gone back, ye kin have him, rint-free; an' it's much obloiged I am to ye, sir, fur dressin' him so foine." I made no encouraging remarks as to future transactions in this line, and drove slowly home.
Euphemia met me at the door.

She had Pomona's baby in her arms.

We walked together into the parlor.
"And so you have given up the little fellow that you were going to do so much for ?" she said.
"Yes, I have given him up," I answered.
"It must have been a dreadful trial to you," she continued.
"Oh, dreadful!" I replied.
"I suppose you thought he would take up so much of your time and thoughts, that we couldn't be to each other what we used to be, didn't you ?" she said.
"Not exactly," I replied.