Ginniss gloomily.
"Because she is lost, or because he kept her in the first place?"
asked the lady.
"It's hard tellin', an' he niver spakin' whin he can help it; but I
belave it's all together. He wor sich a bowld b'y, an' so sthrong
for risin' in the world; an' wor alluz sayin' as he'd be a gintleman
afore he died, an' readin' his bit books and writins, an' tillin' me
about the way the counthry wor goin'; an', right or wrong, it's he
wor ready to guide the whole of 'em. An', sure, it wor wondherful to
see the sinse that wor in him when he get spakin' of thim things;
an' one day, whin I said to him,--
"'Sure, Teddy, an', if it's one or tither of 'em is Prisident, what
differ'll it make to us?' An' he says, says he, 'Whist, moother! fer
one day, mabbe, it's I'll be the Prisident mesilf; an' what way 'ud
that be fer me moother to be talkin'?'
"But now it's no sich talk ye'll git out uv him, an' niver a laugh
nor a joke, nor the bit bowld ways he used to have wid him. An' och,
honey! if ye've lost yer purty darlint, it's I've lost me b'y that
wor as mooch to me; an' it's I'm the heavy-hearted woman, this' day
an' alluz."
CHAPTER XXVII.
TEDDY FINDS A NEW PATRON.
TEDDY, dragging his heavy feet up the stairs in the stifling
September twilight, paused suddenly to listen to a murmur of voices
in his mother's room.
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