to uncle Co sit do his dinner.
-- t in me yet, Step t dead yet, sonny. No, by t half dead.
Dublin ion. Uncle Cless t out on errands and ttling in t Stepented imidly round t most, going reets but y in s central lines until om titude of corks t lay bobbing on ter in a t ters and ts and tness and strangeness of ted to ocked along t out of teamers sky and trellises of tisfaction gre inued to er day as if someone t eluded him.
once or to visit tives: and t up and adorned for Cmas tered silence did not leave terment e and near. less foolisune y. Yet noto tience asting its mortifying flavour in secret.
ting on ts kitcor s lig lay on ime at a smiling picture t in it and said musingly:
-- tiful Mabel er!
A ringletted girl stood on tiptoe to peer at ture and said softly:
-- is she in, mud?
-- In a pantomime, love.
tted ure, and murmured as if fascinated:
-- tiful Mabel er!
As if fascinated, ed long upon taunting eyes and sedly:
-- Isnt se creature?
And treet, stamping crookedly under one of coal, ly on to o see. see.
ting in t room flickered on tral dusk ea and, as sled at task, sold in a lo and tor old too of certain ce and of listening to ture t lay open in ts and winding galleries and jagged caverns.
Suddenly ure like a monkey the door asking:
-- Is t Josephine?
tling woman answered che fireplace:
-- No, Ellen, its Stephen.
-- OO, good evening, Stephen.
ing and sahe doorway.
-- Do you anyt the fire.
But s ansion and said:
-- I t it was Josep you were Josepephen.
And, repeating times, so laughing feebly.
ting in t of a cy at cook little part in tried to s, s and sunbonnets.
But o taste to rivial, o ation of er ravelled to tering, taunting, searcing .
In tayed latest ting on ty ogetoram, sprays of apped blithe glassy road.
It tram. t and so t in admonition. tor ta