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He
replaced
the
cardboard
wearily
.
"
Only
I
'm
an
old
man
now
I
'd
change
his
tune
for
him
.
I
'd
take
the
stick
to
his
back
and
beat
him
while
I
could
stand
over
him
--
as
I
done
many
a
time
before
.
The
mother
,
you
know
,
she
cocks
him
up
with
this
and
that
...
.
"
"
That
's
what
ruins
children
,
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
.
"
To
be
sure
it
is
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
And
little
thanks
you
get
for
it
,
only
impudence
.
He
takes
th
'
upper
hand
of
me
whenever
he
sees
I
've
a
sup
taken
.
What
's
the
world
coming
to
when
sons
speaks
that
way
to
their
fathers
?
"
"
What
age
is
he
?
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
.
"
Nineteen
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
put
him
to
something
?
"
"
Sure
,
am
n't
I
never
done
at
the
drunken
bowsy
ever
since
he
left
school
?
'
I
wo
n't
keep
you
,
'
I
says
.
'
You
must
get
a
job
for
yourself
.
'
But
,
sure
,
it
's
worse
whenever
he
gets
a
job
;
he
drinks
it
all
.
"
Mr.
O'Connor
shook
his
head
in
sympathy
,
and
the
old
man
fell
silent
,
gazing
into
the
fire
.
Someone
opened
the
door
of
the
room
and
called
out
:
