Me and Phinney was too flabbergasted to do anything, but big Father McGrath was cool as an ice box.

When Archibald, like the little imp he was, sets up a whoop and dives for them two, the priest grabs him by the rope of the blanket nighty and swings him into the libr'ry, and shuts the door on him.
"'And now,' says he, takin' Sim and me by the arms and leadin' us to the parlor, 'we'll just step in here and wait a bit.' "We waited, maybe, ten minutes.

Archibald, dear, shut up in the libr'ry, was howlin' blue murder, but nobody paid any attention to him.

Then there was a knock on the door between us and the hall, and Father McGrath opened it.

There they was, the two of 'em--Mike and Maggie--lookin' red and foolish--but happy, don't talk! "'You see, sor,' says the O'Shaughnessy man to me, ''twas the five-thousand-dollar prize that done it.