Children of Mary'll have the other, just like they always do."

"Oh, was Grace there?" Teresa was eager to know.

"Grace was, darlin'."

"And we're to have the fancy-work! You'll help us, won't you,
mother? Goody--I'm in that!" exulted Teresa.

"I'm in that, too!" echoed Alanna, quickly.

"A lot you are, you baby!" said Leo, unkindly.

"You're not a Child of Mary, Alanna," Teresa said promptly and
uneasily.

"Well--WELL--I can help!" protested Alanna, putting up her lip.
Can't I, mother? "CAN'T _I_, mother?"

"You can help ME, dovey," said her mother, absently. "I'm not goin'
to work as I did for Saint Patrick's Bazaar, Dad, and I said so!
Mrs. O'Connell and Mrs. King said they'd do all the work, if I'd
just be the nominal head. Mary Murray will do us some pillers--
leather--with Gibsons and Indians on them. And I'll have Lizzie
Bayne up here for a month, makin' me aprons and little Jappy
wrappers, and so on."

She paused over the cutlets and the chicken pie, which she had been
helping with an amazing attention to personal preference. The young
Costellos chafed at the delay, but their mother's fine eyes saw them