The woman crossed
herself and knelt on the floor. "In the presence of my God," she said,
"because you were fair to me, Paddy Kinsella, I'll be better than three
wives to you. I broke my marriage-mornin' promise, but I'll make up for it.
There's my word, given before my Maker."
watching with gravity. The mother crossed herself and rose.
Paddy was dourly
rummaging in his coat pocket. At last his fingers found what he was seeking.
"I knew I had it somewhere," he said. He held out a crumpled
toffee-sweet to the girl. "I got it from a kid on the boat."
Maag's face broke
till Saturday," she said.
the toffee. The child's mouth came down upon the sweet as Paddy held it up in
its sticky paper. The sweet in her cheek, the girl broke away and ran across
the kitchen. She flung open the door of the boys' bedroom.
"Get up outa
that!" she cried out. "The ould fellah is home!"