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If
there
was
not
enough
bread
to
go
around
,
he
went
without
;
if
it
was
a
choice
between
new
clothes
for
him
or
new
clothes
for
one
of
his
offspring
,
he
went
without
.
In
its
way
,
that
was
more
reliable
evidence
of
love
than
a
million
easy
kisses
.
His
temper
was
very
fiery
,
and
he
had
killed
a
man
once
.
Luck
had
been
with
him
;
the
man
was
English
,
and
there
was
a
ship
in
Dun
Laoghaire
harbor
bound
for
New
Zealand
on
the
tide
.
Fiona
went
to
the
back
door
and
shouted
,
"
Tea
!
"
The
boys
trailed
in
gradually
,
Frank
bringing
up
the
rear
with
an
armload
of
wood
,
which
he
dumped
in
the
big
box
beside
the
stove
.
Padraic
put
Meggie
down
and
walked
to
the
head
of
the
non-company
dining
table
at
the
far
end
of
the
kitchen
,
while
the
boys
seated
themselves
around
its
sides
and
Meggie
scrambled
up
on
top
of
the
wooden
box
her
father
put
on
the
chair
nearest
to
him
.
Fee
served
the
food
directly
onto
dinner
plates
at
her
worktable
,
more
quickly
and
efficiently
than
a
waiter
;
she
carried
them
two
at
a
time
to
her
family
,
Paddy
first
,
then
Frank
,
and
so
on
down
to
Meggie
,
with
herself
last
.
"
Erckle
!
Stew
!
"
said
Stuart
,
pulling
faces
as
he
picked
up
his
knife
and
fork
.
"
Why
did
you
have
to
name
me
after
stew
?
"
"
Eat
it
,
"
his
father
growled
.
The
plates
were
big
ones
,
and
they
were
literally
heaped
with
food
:
boiled
potatoes
,
lamb
stew
and
beans
cut
that
day
from
the
garden
,
ladled
in
huge
portions
.
In
spite
of
the
muted
groans
and
sounds
of
disgust
,
everyone
including
Stu
polished
his
plate
clean
with
bread
,
and
ate
several
slices
more
spread
thickly
with
butter
and
native
gooseberry
jam
.
Fee
sat
down
and
bolted
her
meal
,
then
got
up
at
once
to
hurry
to
her
worktable
again
,
where
into
big
soup
plates
she
doled
out
great
quantities
of
biscuit
made
with
plenty
of
sugar
and
laced
all
through
with
jam
.
A
river
of
steaming
hot
custard
sauce
was
poured
over
each
,
and
again
she
plodded
to
the
dining
table
with
the
plates
,
two
at
a
time
.
Finally
she
sat
down
with
a
sigh
;
this
she
could
eat
at
her
leisure
.
"
Oh
,
goodie
!
Jam
roly-poly
!
"
Meggie
exclaimed
,
slopping
her
spoon
up
and
down
in
the
custard
until
the
jam
seeped
through
to
make
pink
streaks
in
the
yellow
.
"
Well
,
Meggie
girl
,
it
's
your
birthday
,
so
Mum
made
your
favorite
pudding
,
"
her
father
said
,
smiling
.
