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"
Yes
.
She
's
beautiful
,
Daddy
.
I
want
to
look
at
her
all
day
.
"
"
She
's
lucky
to
have
anything
to
look
at
,
"
Fee
said
grimly
.
"
Jack
and
Hughie
got
hold
of
the
doll
before
poor
Meggie
had
a
chance
to
see
it
properly
.
"
"
Well
,
boys
will
be
boys
.
Is
the
damage
bad
?
"
"
Nothing
that
ca
n't
be
mended
.
Frank
caught
them
before
it
went
too
far
.
"
"
Frank
?
What
was
he
doing
down
here
?
He
was
supposed
to
be
at
the
forge
all
day
.
Hunter
wants
his
gates
.
"
"
He
was
at
the
forge
all
day
.
He
just
came
down
for
a
tool
of
some
sort
,
"
Fee
answered
quickly
;
Padraic
was
too
hard
on
Frank
.
"
Oh
,
Daddy
,
Frank
is
the
best
brother
!
He
saved
my
Agnes
from
being
killed
,
and
he
's
going
to
glue
her
hair
on
again
for
me
after
tea
.
"
"
That
's
good
,
"
her
father
said
drowsily
,
leaning
his
head
back
in
the
chair
and
closing
his
eyes
.
It
was
hot
in
front
of
the
stove
,
but
he
did
n't
seem
to
notice
;
beads
of
sweat
gathered
on
his
forehead
,
glistening
.
He
put
his
arms
behind
his
head
and
fell
into
a
doze
.
It
was
from
Padraic
Cleary
that
his
children
got
their
various
shades
of
thick
,
waving
red
hair
,
though
none
had
inherited
quite
such
an
aggressively
red
head
as
his
.
He
was
a
small
man
,
all
steel
and
springs
in
build
,
legs
bowed
from
a
lifetime
among
horses
,
arms
elongated
from
years
shearing
sheep
;
his
chest
and
arms
were
covered
in
a
matted
golden
fuzz
which
would
have
been
ugly
had
he
been
dark
.
His
eyes
were
bright
blue
,
crinkled
up
into
a
permanent
squint
like
a
sailor
's
from
gazing
into
the
far
distance
,
and
his
face
was
a
pleasant
one
,
with
a
whimsical
smiling
quality
about
it
that
made
other
men
like
him
at
a
glance
.
His
nose
was
magnificent
,
a
true
Roman
nose
which
must
have
puzzled
his
Irish
confreres
,
but
Ireland
has
ever
been
a
shipwreck
coast
.
He
still
spoke
with
the
soft
quick
slur
of
the
Galway
Irish
,
pronouncing
his
final
t
's
as
th
's
,
but
almost
twenty
years
in
the
Antipodes
had
forced
a
quaint
overlay
upon
it
,
so
that
his
a
's
came
out
as
i
's
and
the
speed
of
his
speech
had
run
down
a
little
,
like
an
old
clock
in
need
of
a
good
winding
.
A
happy
man
,
he
had
managed
to
weather
his
hard
and
drudging
existence
better
than
most
,
and
though
he
was
a
rigid
disciplinarian
with
a
heavy
swing
to
his
boot
,
all
but
one
of
his
children
adored
him
.
