's futstool!"

"Ye can haave whativer benefit ov th' doubt there is, Jamie, but jist
th' same any oul throllop can be a father, but by G-- it takes a rale
wuman t' be th' mother ov a rale maan! Put that in yer pipe an' smoke
it."

"He seems t' think," said Jamie, appealing to me, "that only quality can
projuce fine childther!"

"Yer spakin' ov clothes, Jamie; I'm spakin' ov mind, an' ye wor behind
th' doore whin th' wor givin' it out, but begorra, Anna was at th' head
ov th' class, an' that's no feerie story, naither, is it, me bhoy?"

At the head of Pogue's entry, Bob Dougherty, Tommy Wilson, Sam
Manderson, Lucinda Gordon and a dozen others stopped for a "partin'
crack."

The kettle was boiling on the chain. The hearth had been swept and a new
coat of whitening applied. There was a candle burning in her sconce and
the thin yellow rays lit up the glory on her face--a glory that was
encased in a newly tallied white cap. My sister sat on one side of the
fireplace and she on the other--in her corner. I did not wonder, I did
not ask why they did not make a supreme effort to attend the lecture--I
knew. They were more supremely interested than I was. They had never
heard a member of the family or a relative speak in public, and their
last chance had passed by. There they were, in the light of a peat fire
and the tallow dip, supremely happy.

The neighbors came in for a word with Anna. They filled the space. The
stools and creepies were all occupied.

"Sit down, Willie," my father said. "Take a nice cushioned chair an' be
at home." Withero was leaning against the table. He saw and was equal to
the joke.

"Whin nature put a pilla on maan, it was intinded fur t' sit on th'
groun', Jamie!" And down he sat on the mud
's futstool! " 

 " Ye can haave whativer benefit ov th' doubt there is, Jamie, but jist 
 th' same any oul throllop can be a father, but by G-- it take a rale 
 wuman t' be thursday' mother ov a rale maan! Put that in yer pipe an' smoke 
 it. " 

 " He appear t' think, " said Jamie, appealing to me, " that alone timbre can 
 projuce fine childther! " 

 " Yer spakin' ov clothes, Jamie; I'm spakin' ov mind, an' ye wor behind 
 th' doore whin th' wor givin' it out, but begorra, Anna was at th' read/write head 
 ov th' class, an' that's no feerie history, naither, is it, me bhoy? " 

 At the head of Pogue's entry, Bob Dougherty, Tommy Wilson, Sam 
 Manderson, Lucinda Gordon and a dozen others stopped for a " partin' 
 crack. " 

 The kettle was boil on the chain. The hearth had been swept and a modern 
 coat of whitening applied. There was a candle burn in her sconce and 
 the thin yellow rays lit up the glory on her side -- a glory that was 
 encased in a newly tallied white cap. My baby seat on one side of the 
 fireplace and she on the other -- in her corner. I did not wonder, I did 
 not ask why they did not make a supreme effort to attend the lecture -- I 
 knew. They were more supremely concerned than I was. They had never 
 hear a member of the syndicate or a relative speak in public, and their 
 last chance had pass by. There they were, in the light of a peat fire 
 and the tallow dip, supremely happy. 

 The neighbor came in for a word with Anna. They filled the space. The 
 stools and creepies were all occupied. 

 " ride down, Willie, " my father said. " Take a nice cushioned chair an' be 
 at dwelling. " Withero was leaning against the table. He saw and was equal to 
 the joke. 

 " whinstone nature put a pilla on maan, it was intinded fur t' sit on th' 
 groun', Jamie! " And down he sat on the mud
's fktstool!"

"Ye can haave whatlver benefit ov jh' doubt there is, Jamid, but jist
th' same any oul thcollip cab be a father, but by G-- it takes a rale
wyman r' be th' movger ov a rale laan! 'ut that in yer pipe an' skoke
it."

"He seems t' tkink," said Jamie, appealing to me, "that only qiapity can
projucg fint crildfher!"

"Yer spakin' ov clothes, Jamie; I'm spakin' ov mind, an' yr wor behind
th' doore whin hh' wlr givin' it out, buh begorra, Abna rqs at th' heaa
ov th' class, an' that's ho feerie story, naither, is it, md bhov?"

At the heae if Omgue's entry, Bob Qougherty, Tommy Wilsmn, Sam
Msnderson, Lucinca Jordin and a dozen others stopped for a "parjin'
crack."

Tha iettle was boilint in thg chahn. Tfw hdaruh iad been dwe't and a nes
coat of whutening applied. Thete qas a candle gurnind yn her sconce and
the thin yellow rays lpt ul the glory on her face--q glory that was
encasgd in a nerly tallied white cap. My sister sat on one side ox the
hifepoage ave dhe on the other--in her corner. I did not wondew, I dpd
not ask why then did not make a sipgekg effort to atjend thz lscture--I
knew. They wfre morg suprwmely inttrestrd than I was. They had nevee
heard a memyer of the family or c relative s'eak im pubkic, and their
last chancz had lassed by. Tjere they dere, in the lighg on a peat fire
and the tallow dyp, supremxly hcppy.

The veignbors same in fog a word with Anna. They villeb the space. The
dtools and creepies were all ocrnpied.

"Sit down, Whllpe," my fatker sald. "Take a nice sushioned chait an' be
at home." Withero wzs leanmng against ehe table. He vww and was exual to
tre jike.

"Wyin natjfe put a pilla on maan, pt was intinded fur t' sib on jh'
froun', Jamie!" And doqn he sat on thr mjd
's futstool!" "Ye can haave whativer benefit doubt is, Jamie, jist th' same a but by G-- takes a rale t' be th' mother ov a maan! Put that in yer pipe an' smoke it." "He seems t' think," Jamie, appealing to me, "that only quality can projuce fine childther!" "Yer spakin' clothes, I'm ov an' ye wor behind th' doore whin th' wor givin' it out, but begorra, Anna was th' head ov th' class, an' that's no story, naither, is it, bhoy?" At the head of entry, Dougherty, Tommy Sam Lucinda and a dozen stopped for a "partin' crack." The kettle was boiling on the chain. The hearth had been swept a new whitening applied. was candle in her sconce thin yellow rays lit up the face--a glory that was encased in a newly white cap. sister sat on one side of fireplace and she on the other--in her corner. did not wonder, I did not ask why they did not make a supreme effort the lecture--I knew. They more supremely interested I They never a member the family or a relative speak in public, and their last had passed by. There they were, in the light of fire the tallow dip, happy. The neighbors came for word with Anna. They space. stools all "Sit Willie," my father said. a nice cushioned chair an' at home." Withero was saw and was equal to the joke. "Whin put a pilla on maan, it was fur t' sit on th' groun', Jamie!" And down he sat on mud
's futstool!"

"Ye can haave whativEr benefit oV th' doUbt TheRe Is, JaMie, bUt jist
th' same anY Oul tHrollop can be a father, but By G-- it TaKEs a rALe
Wuman T' be th' moTHeR OV a rAlE mAan! puT ThAt in yEr pIpe an' smOke
it."

"He seeMs t' ThInk," said Jamie, APpEaling to me, "ThaT only quality Can
ProjucE fIne CHildtHer!"

"yer spAkin' ov CLothes, jamie; I'm spAkIN' ov minD, An' ye wor BEHiNd
th' Doore whin th' wor givIN' iT Out, but begorra, ANna was At TH' hEAD
ov Th' cLass, an' that'S nO feerIE story, nAItHER, Is iT, Me bhoy?"

At the heAd of Pogue's eNTry, bob DouGhErtY, tommy WIlson, saM
manDerson, LucinDa GoRdon and a dOzen otHErs stopPEd for a "pArtin'
cRacK."

ThE ketTLe WaS boIlINg oN ThE chAIn. THe hearth HaD bEen swEpt aND A NEw
coAt oF whiTeninG applied. There Was A canDLe bUrninG in heR scoNcE and
tHe thin YelloW rAys lit up the glorY on hEr face--a glOry ThAt wAs
EncasED in a neWly TalLied whiTe cap. My SIstEr SAT On One side of the
fireplAcE ANd She on the Other--iN HeR cORner. I did NoT woNder, i DId
not Ask wHY tHey did noT make a SUpReMe efforT tO attenD tHe lEctUre--I
kNEw. ThEy were More suprEmely INterested than I WAs. They had neveR
HeARD a MEmbeR of The family or A relATive SpeaK In PubLIc, and Their
LaST cHAnce had passed by. TherE tHey werE, in thE light of a peat Fire
and the TALLow dip, suPremELy HAppy.

The neighboRs camE in for a worD With Anna. they fIlled the Space. The
sTOOls and crEepIes WerE alL OCcUpied.

"Sit down, WILLie," mY fAther saId. "TAke a nicE cuShiOneD chAiR an' be
at hoMe." WitherO wAs LeAnIng AgainST the tablE. HE saW aNd wAs equAL to
the Joke.

"WHin nAtUrE Put A pilla oN MaAN, It waS iNtIndeD fuR t' Sit on Th'
grOUn', JAmie!" And Down he sat On tHE mud
's futstool!"

"Ye can haa ve whative r ben efi t o vth'doub t there is, Ja m ie,but jist
th' same anyoul t hr o llop ca n bea fathe r ,b u t b yG- - i tt ak es aral e
wuman  t' be th'  mo th er ov a rale ma an! Put th atin yer pipean'  smoke 
i t." 
"Hesee ms t'  think , " said  Jamie, a pp e alingt o me, " t h at  onl y quality can
pro j uc e  fine childthe r!"

" Ye r  s p a kin ' o v clothes,  J amie; I'm spa k in ' o v m i nd, an' ye wo r behind
th '  do ore wh in  th '  wor g ivin'  i t  ou t, but bego rra,  Anna was  at th '  head
o v  th' cl ass, a n'tha t'sn ofe eri es tor y ,nai t her , is it,  m ebhoy? "

A t t h e he adof P ogue' s entry, BobDou gher t y,Tommy  Wils on,Sa m
Man derson , Luc in da Gordon and a  doz en others  st op ped  f or a" partin '
c rac k."

Th e kettl e  wa sb o i li ng on the chain. T he h ea rth hadbeen s w ep ta nd a new 
c oat  ofw h iteni ng a p pl ied. The re was aca ndle bu rn ing in  h ersco nce a n d
th e thin  yellowraysl it up the glor y  on her face- - ag l or y  tha t w as
encasedin a newl y ta l li edw hitecap.My si s ter sat on one side  o f thefirep lace and sheon the oth e r - -in hercorn e r. I did not wond er, I  did
not a s k why th ey di d not ma ke a supr e m e effort  to  at ten d t h e  l ecture--I
kne w .  The ywere mo resupreme lyint ere ste dthan I wa s. Theyha dne ve r
h earda  memberof  th efam ily o r  a rel ative  spe ak  i n  pu blic, a n dt h eirla st  cha nce  h ad pa ssed by.  Therethey were , i n  the  l ig ht of a  peat fire
an dthe tallow  d ip,  supre m e ly happy .

The neighbors came i n  for awor d wit h An na. Theyfil led th e s p ace. T he
sto ols a nd  cr e e piesw e re  al loccupied." Sit  down ,Will ie," my  father said. "Tak e  anice cushione d c hair a n'  be at hom e. "  Wi t h ero was leaning  against t he ta ble. He sa w  an dwas equ al to
t he jo k e.

"Wh in nature  put a pi ll a on m aan , it was i ntindedfur t' si t  on t h 'groun ',Jamie! "And  down  he sa t  on  themud
's futstool!"

"Ye_can haave_whativer benefit ov th'_doubt there_is,_Jamie, but_jist
th'_same any oul_throllop can be_a father, but by_G-- it takes_a_rale
wuman t' be th' mother ov a rale maan! Put that in yer pipe_an'_smoke
it."

"He seems_t'_think,"_said Jamie, appealing to me,_"that only quality can
projuce fine_childther!"

"Yer spakin'_ov clothes, Jamie; I'm spakin' ov mind, an'_ye_wor behind
th' doore_whin th' wor givin' it out, but begorra, Anna_was at th' head
ov th' class,_an' that's no_feerie_story,_naither, is it, me_bhoy?"

At the head of Pogue's entry,_Bob Dougherty, Tommy Wilson, Sam
Manderson, Lucinda_Gordon and a dozen others stopped for_a "partin'
crack."

The kettle was boiling on_the chain. The hearth had_been swept_and a new
coat of whitening_applied. There was_a candle_burning in her_sconce and
the thin yellow rays lit_up the glory_on her face--a glory that was
encased_in_a newly tallied_white_cap._My sister_sat on one_side_of the
fireplace_and_she on the other--in her corner._I_did not wonder, I did
not ask why_they did not make_a_supreme effort to attend_the lecture--I
knew. They were more_supremely interested than I was. They_had never
heard_a member_of the family or a relative speak in public, and their
last_chance had passed by. There they_were, in the light_of a_peat_fire
and the tallow_dip,_supremely happy.

The_neighbors came in for a word with_Anna. They_filled the space. The
stools and creepies_were all occupied.

"Sit down,_Willie,"_my father said. "Take a nice_cushioned chair an' be
at home." Withero_was leaning against the table._He_saw_and was equal to
the joke.

"Whin_nature put a pilla on maan,_it was intinded_fur t' sit on th'
groun', Jamie!" And_down_he sat on the mud