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to his poor little charge, sat for some time very quiet, listening to her wild prattle without trying to

ister to Merry that weared

nscious and rational, tha

d I'm going to be your brother foreve

,-I'm Cherrytoe, that dances.

ted up, and would have

d upon her arm, an

l dance for Teddy, when you're all well. And

ed 'Toinette vaguely,

,-"'Taffy was a Welsh

e and stole a piece o

ain't

atiently; and then, to change the subject, added coaxingly,

pretty. Don't you hear, you great naugh

ch the name was repeat

started upr

t, Teddy? Ochone! wh

ling, mother; and sure it's a

ed child? Sure we'll call it Cherry; for wunst I heer

he child for her own. "And, mother," added he, "mind you don't be telling the doctor nor any one that she ain't your own, or maybe th

eddy Ginniss! Didn't I bate ye enough whi

ddy positively. "I asked the master

lf asked the mother, with a shrewd twinkle of her gray

as low and vulgar to talk that

eman afore ye die. It was what yer poor daddy said when yer wor born, a twelvemonth arter we landed here. 'There, Judy,' says he, 'there's a native-born 'Merican for yees, wid as good a right to be P

e the year wor out, the promise I'd made him stood; an' it's more ways than iver ye'll know, Teddy Ginniss, I've turned an' twisted to kape ye dacent, an' kape ye ou

ned with as much attention as if he had never

ur putting me to t

an office, and run wid arrants an' sich, an' wor to have fifty dollars a year, wid the chance ov larnin' what he could out ov all thim big books as does be in sich places. Thin it somehow kim inter my head so sudden like, that it's sartain sure I am it was Michael come out ov glory

Ginniss,' says he, as

is yer

sir,' says I; 'an' its hopin'

y woman you are, Judy Ginniss, to put yer b'y wid sech a dacent gintleman: an' I smiled to him agin, an' begun to the beginnin', and towld him the whole story,-what Michael said to me, an' what I said to Michael; an' how

mother," int

o I towld the squire. 'An' now,' says I, 'he's owld enough to be settlin' to a thrade; an' I

owld him about Ann Dolan's sisther's son, an' what wor the chance he'd got; an' thin I made bowld to ax him would he take my b'y the same way, on'y I'd like he'd larn

?" asked Teddy, with a bright look that show

m should say, and said with his own hearty smile t

ur b'y as soon as you plaze; an' if he's

sort of air; "and it means, he told me, wanti

to see in yees. Well, the masther said if the b'y was as amberitious

mother, I k

by yees as niver yer own daddy could? Hasn' he put yees to the readin' an' the writin' an' the joggerphy- picters, an' the nate figgers that yees puts on me washin'-bills, till it's proud I am to hand 'em to the gintlefolks

s so,

it was jist foon to rinshe out his bit things, bekase he is that good-na

ther Nessus;' an' more by token, Teddy Ginniss, I told ye iver and oft to lo

her; but I never could

er," said Teddy w

s me forty cints the dozen, he thinks, the poor innercint! that it's mooch as I would ax uv any one. Now, Teddy b'y, isn'

d I have,

s a lie, or bid yees do what

l say she would, if he was as big as Goliah in the Bible,

r the life itself, of yees, or thim as is dear to yees, ud sarve him or plaze him,-I bid yees now to give it him free an' willin' as ye'd give it to God. An' so ye mind me, it's my blissin' an' the blissin' uv ye

emnly; and mother and son exchanged as tender and as true a kiss as young Bayard a

had slept feverish and restlessly; but as the washwoman crept away to begin her daily labors, and Teddy lingered for a moment more to look at the poor lit

errigoland, Peter; isn't w

t's Teddy I am, and not Peter," said the boy, bashfully

ed it from him with a wild cry, and burst

won't love you when you strike me, you kn

her side in a moment, who, tenderl

t ud ye be afther vexin' her for, an' he

hen she said I was a lady, and struck her," rep

e so while she's this way; an', if ye shtrike her, it's the weight uv my fis

l again to sleep; while Teddy, with rather an injured look upon his uncouth face, and yet pleased to