I'm
glad, I tell you, and I do not forgive him, and I niver will, and
I hope he will burn----"
Katy Dolan clapped her hand over Mary's mouth. "For the love of
marcy, don't say that!" she cried." You will have to confiss it,
and you'd be ashamed to face the praste."
"I would not," cried Mary. "Father Michael knows I'm just an
ordinary woman, he don't ixpict me to be an angel." But she left
the sentence unfinished.
After Mary's cabin was arranged to her satisfaction, they attacked
Dannie's; emptying it, cleaning it completely, and refurnishing it
from the best of the things that had been in both. Then Mary added
some new touches. A comfortable big chair was placed by his fire,
new books on his mantle, a flower in his window, and new covers on
his bed. While the women worked, Dolan raked the yards, and
freshened matters outside as best he could. When everything they
had planned to do was accomplished, the wagon, loaded with the ugly
old things Mary despised, drove back to the village, and she, with
little Tilly Dolan for company, remained.
Mary was tense with excitement. All the woman in her had yearned
for these few pretty things she wanted for her home throughout the
years that she had been compelled to live in crude, ugly
surroundings; because every cent above plainest clothing and food,
went for drink for Jimmy, and treats for his friends. Now she
danced and sang, and flew about trying a chair here, and another
there, to get the best effect.
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