In any event I will see that you have a
good bungalow with plenty of shamrock on each side of your front
path, and a fair income to keep you comfortable when the
rheumatic days are upon you."
"I am no over-feeder," said Katy proudly. "I'm daily exercisin'
me muscles enough to kape them young. The rheumatism I'll not
have. And nayther will I have the house nor the income. I've
saved me money; I've an income of me own."
"And as for the bungalow," interrupted Linda, "Katherine, as I
have mentioned frequently before is my father, and my mother, and
my whole family, and her front door is mine."
"Sure," said Katy proudly. "When these two fine people before
you set up their hearthstone, a-swapin' it I'll be, and carin'
for their youngsters; but, Judge, I would like a bit of the
shamrock. Ye might be sendin' me a start of that, if it would
plase Your Honor."
Judge Whiting looked intently at Katherine O'Donovan. And then,
as if they had been on the witness stand, he looked searchingly
at Linda. But Linda was too perturbed, too accustomed to Katy's
extravagant nonsense even to notice the purport of what she had
said. Then the Judge turned his attention to Peter Morrison and
realized that at least one of the parties to Katherine's proposed
hearthstone had understood and heartily endorsed her proposal.
"I will have to be going. The boy and his mother will need me,"
he said. "I will see all of you later."
Then he sprang across the brook and sent his car roaring down the
canyon after the ambulance.
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