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"
You
ca
n't
tell
her
,
Paddy
.
No
,
you
must
n't
tell
her
,
ever
.
Just
tell
her
Frank
ran
away
with
the
boxers
and
leave
it
at
that
.
She
knows
how
restless
Frank
's
been
;
she
'll
believe
you
.
"
"
I
could
n't
do
that
,
Father
!
"
Paddy
was
aghast
.
"
You
've
got
to
,
Paddy
.
Has
n't
she
known
enough
pain
and
misery
?
Do
n't
heap
more
on
her
head
.
"
And
to
himself
he
thought
:
Who
knows
?
Maybe
she
'll
learn
to
give
the
love
she
has
for
Frank
to
you
at
last
,
to
you
and
the
little
thing
upstairs
.
"
You
really
think
that
,
Father
?
"
"
I
do
.
What
happened
tonight
must
go
no
further
.
"
"
But
what
about
Meggie
?
She
heard
it
all
.
"
"
Do
n't
worry
about
Meggie
,
I
'll
take
care
of
her
.
I
do
n't
think
she
understood
more
of
what
went
on
than
that
you
and
Frank
quarreled
.
I
'll
make
her
see
that
with
Frank
gone
,
to
tell
her
mother
of
the
quarrel
would
only
be
an
additional
grief
.
Besides
,
I
have
a
feeling
Meggie
does
n't
tell
her
mother
much
to
begin
with
.
"
He
got
up
.
"
Go
to
bed
,
Paddy
.
You
've
got
to
seem
normal
and
dance
attendance
on
Mary
tomorrow
,
remember
?
"
Meggie
was
not
asleep
;
she
was
lying
with
eyes
wide
in
the
dim
light
of
the
little
lamp
beside
her
bed
.
The
priest
sat
down
beside
her
and
noticed
her
hair
still
in
its
braids
.
Carefully
he
untied
the
navy
ribbons
and
pulled
gently
until
the
hair
lay
in
a
rippling
,
molten
sheet
across
the
pillow
.
"
Frank
has
gone
away
,
Meggie
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
,
Father
.
"
