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—
On
the
beeoteetom
,
laughed
Cissy
merrily
.
Gerty
MacDowell
bent
down
her
head
and
crimsoned
at
the
idea
of
Cissy
saying
an
unladylike
thing
like
that
out
loud
she
’
d
be
ashamed
of
her
life
to
say
,
flushing
a
deep
rosy
red
,
and
Edy
Boardman
said
she
was
sure
the
gentleman
opposite
heard
what
she
said
.
But
not
a
pin
cared
Ciss
.
—
Let
him
!
she
said
with
a
pert
toss
of
her
head
and
a
piquant
tilt
of
her
nose
.
Give
it
to
him
too
on
the
same
place
as
quick
as
I
’
d
look
at
him
.
Madcap
Ciss
with
her
golliwog
curls
.
You
had
to
laugh
at
her
sometimes
.
For
instance
when
she
asked
you
would
you
have
some
more
Chinese
tea
and
jaspberry
ram
and
when
she
drew
the
jugs
too
and
the
men
’
s
faces
on
her
nails
with
red
ink
make
you
split
your
sides
or
when
she
wanted
to
go
where
you
know
she
said
she
wanted
to
run
and
pay
a
visit
to
the
Miss
White
.
That
was
just
like
Cissycums
.
O
,
and
will
you
ever
forget
her
the
evening
she
dressed
up
in
her
father
’
s
suit
and
hat
and
the
burned
cork
moustache
and
walked
down
Tritonville
road
,
smoking
a
cigarette
.
There
was
none
to
come
up
to
her
for
fun
.
But
she
was
sincerity
itself
,
one
of
the
bravest
and
truest
hearts
heaven
ever
made
,
not
one
of
your
twofaced
things
,
too
sweet
to
be
wholesome
.
And
then
there
came
out
upon
the
air
the
sound
of
voices
and
the
pealing
anthem
of
the
organ
.
It
was
the
men
’
s
temperance
retreat
conducted
by
the
missioner
,
the
reverend
John
Hughes
S
.
J
.
,
rosary
,
sermon
and
benediction
of
the
Most
Blessed
Sacrament
.
They
were
there
gathered
together
without
distinction
of
social
class
(
and
a
most
edifying
spectacle
it
was
to
see
)
in
that
simple
fane
beside
the
waves
,
after
the
storms
of
this
weary
world
,
kneeling
before
the
feet
of
the
immaculate
,
reciting
the
litany
of
Our
Lady
of
Loreto
,
beseeching
her
to
intercede
for
them
,
the
old
familiar
words
,
holy
Mary
,
holy
virgin
of
virgins
.
How
sad
to
poor
Gerty
’
s
ears
!
Had
her
father
only
avoided
the
clutches
of
the
demon
drink
,
by
taking
the
pledge
or
those
powders
the
drink
habit
cured
in
Pearson
’
s
Weekly
,
she
might
now
be
rolling
in
her
carriage
,
second
to
none
.
Over
and
over
had
she
told
herself
that
as
she
mused
by
the
dying
embers
in
a
brown
study
without
the
lamp
because
she
hated
two
lights
or
oftentimes
gazing
out
of
the
window
dreamily
by
the
hour
at
the
rain
falling
on
the
rusty
bucket
,
thinking
.
But
that
vile
decoction
which
has
ruined
so
many
hearths
and
homes
had
cast
its
shadow
over
her
childhood
days
.
Nay
,
she
had
even
witnessed
in
the
home
circle
deeds
of
violence
caused
by
intemperance
and
had
seen
her
own
father
,
a
prey
to
the
fumes
of
intoxication
,
forget
himself
completely
for
if
there
was
one
thing
of
all
things
that
Gerty
knew
it
was
that
the
man
who
lifts
his
hand
to
a
woman
save
in
the
way
of
kindness
,
deserves
to
be
branded
as
the
lowest
of
the
low
.
And
still
the
voices
sang
in
supplication
to
the
Virgin
most
powerful
,
Virgin
most
merciful
.
And
Gerty
,
rapt
in
thought
,
scarce
saw
or
heard
her
companions
or
the
twins
at
their
boyish
gambols
or
the
gentleman
off
Sandymount
green
that
Cissy
Caffrey
called
the
man
that
was
so
like
himself
passing
along
the
strand
taking
a
short
walk
.
You
never
saw
him
any
way
screwed
but
still
and
for
all
that
she
would
not
like
him
for
a
father
because
he
was
too
old
or
something
or
on
account
of
his
face
(
it
was
a
palpable
case
of
Doctor
Fell
)
or
his
carbuncly
nose
with
the
pimples
on
it
and
his
sandy
moustache
a
bit
white
under
his
nose
.
Poor
father
!
With
all
his
faults
she
loved
him
still
when
he
sang
Tell
me
,
Mary
,
how
to
woo
thee
or
My
love
and
cottage
near
Rochelle
and
they
had
stewed
cockles
and
lettuce
with
Lazenby
’
s
salad
dressing
for
supper
and
when
he
sang
The
moon
hath
raised
with
Mr
Dignam
that
died
suddenly
and
was
buried
,
God
have
mercy
on
him
,
from
a
stroke
.
Her
mother
’
s
birthday
that
was
and
Charley
was
home
on
his
holidays
and
Tom
and
Mr
Dignam
and
Mrs
and
Patsy
and
Freddy
Dignam
and
they
were
to
have
had
a
group
taken
.
No
-
one
would
have
thought
the
end
was
so
near
.
Now
he
was
laid
to
rest
.
And
her
mother
said
to
him
to
let
that
be
a
warning
to
him
for
the
rest
of
his
days
and
he
couldn
’
t
even
go
to
the
funeral
on
account
of
the
gout
and
she
had
to
go
into
town
to
bring
him
the
letters
and
samples
from
his
office
about
Catesby
’
s
cork
lino
,
artistic
,
standard
designs
,
fit
for
a
palace
,
gives
tiptop
wear
and
always
bright
and
cheery
in
the
home
.
A
sterling
good
daughter
was
Gerty
just
like
a
second
mother
in
the
house
,
a
ministering
angel
too
with
a
little
heart
worth
its
weight
in
gold
.
And
when
her
mother
had
those
raging
splitting
headaches
who
was
it
rubbed
the
menthol
cone
on
her
forehead
but
Gerty
though
she
didn
’
t
like
her
mother
’
s
taking
pinches
of
snuff
and
that
was
the
only
single
thing
they
ever
had
words
about
,
taking
snuff
.
Everyone
thought
the
world
of
her
for
her
gentle
ways
.
