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There
were
no
complaints
this
time
;
no
matter
what
the
pudding
was
,
it
was
consumed
with
gusto
.
The
Clearys
all
had
a
sweet
tooth
.
No
one
carried
a
pound
of
superfluous
flesh
,
in
spite
of
the
vast
quantities
of
starchy
food
.
They
expended
every
ounce
they
ate
in
work
or
play
.
Vegetables
and
fruit
were
eaten
because
they
were
good
for
you
,
but
it
was
the
bread
,
potatoes
,
meat
and
hot
floury
puddings
which
staved
off
exhaustion
.
After
Fee
had
poured
everyone
a
cup
of
tea
from
her
giant
pot
,
they
stayed
talking
,
drinking
or
reading
for
an
hour
or
more
,
Paddy
puffing
on
his
pipe
with
his
head
in
a
library
book
,
Fee
continuously
refilling
cups
,
Bob
immersed
in
another
library
book
,
while
the
younger
children
made
plans
for
the
morrow
.
School
had
dispersed
for
the
long
summer
vacation
;
the
boys
were
on
the
loose
and
eager
to
commence
their
allotted
chores
around
the
house
and
garden
.
Bob
had
to
touch
up
the
exterior
paintwork
where
it
was
necessary
,
Jack
and
Hughie
dealt
with
the
woodheap
,
outbuildings
and
milking
,
Stuart
tended
the
vegetables
;
play
compared
to
the
horrors
of
school
.
From
time
to
time
Paddy
lifted
his
head
from
his
book
to
add
another
job
to
the
list
,
but
Fee
said
nothing
,
and
Frank
sat
slumped
tiredly
,
sipping
cup
after
cup
of
tea
.
Finally
Fee
beckoned
Meggie
to
sit
on
a
high
stool
,
and
did
up
her
hair
in
its
nightly
rags
before
packing
her
off
to
bed
with
Stu
and
Hughie
;
Jack
and
Bob
begged
to
be
excused
and
went
outside
to
feed
the
dogs
;
Frank
took
Meggie
's
doll
to
the
worktable
and
began
to
glue
its
hair
on
again
.
Stretching
,
Padraic
closed
his
book
and
put
his
pipe
into
the
huge
iridescent
paua
shell
which
served
him
as
an
ashtray
.
"
Well
,
Mother
,
I
'm
off
to
bed
.
"
"
Good
night
,
Paddy
.
"
Fee
cleared
the
dishes
off
the
dining
table
and
got
a
big
galvanized
iron
tub
down
from
its
hook
on
the
wall
.
She
put
it
at
the
opposite
end
of
the
worktable
from
Frank
,
and
lifting
the
massive
cast-iron
kettle
off
the
stove
,
filled
it
with
hot
water
.
Cold
water
from
an
old
kerosene
tin
served
to
cool
the
steaming
bath
;
swishing
soap
confined
in
a
wire
basket
through
it
,
she
began
to
wash
and
rinse
the
dishes
,
stacking
them
against
a
cup
.
Frank
worked
on
the
doll
without
raising
his
head
,
but
as
the
pile
of
plates
grew
he
got
up
silently
to
fetch
a
towel
and
began
to
dry
them
.
Moving
between
the
worktable
and
the
dresser
,
he
worked
with
the
ease
of
long
familiarity
.
It
was
a
furtive
,
fearful
game
he
and
his
mother
played
,
for
the
most
stringent
rule
in
Paddy
's
domain
concerned
the
proper
delegation
of
duties
.
The
house
was
woman
's
work
,
and
that
was
that
.
No
male
member
of
the
family
was
to
put
his
hand
to
a
female
task
.
But
each
night
after
Paddy
went
to
bed
Frank
helped
his
mother
,
Fee
aiding
and
abetting
him
by
delaying
her
dishwashing
until
they
heard
the
thump
of
Paddy
's
slippers
hitting
the
floor
.
Once
Paddy
's
slippers
were
off
he
never
came
back
to
the
kitchen
.
Fee
looked
at
Frank
gently
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
I
'd
do
without
you
,
Frank
.
But
you
should
n't
.
You
'll
be
so
tired
in
the
morning
.
"
