on the kitchen table for Mrs. Watson's dinner. Danny
called them all to have a bite.

"Sure it's the first bite that's always the best, a body
might not like it so well on the second," said Jimmy as
he took his, but Bugsey refused to have any at all. "Wan
bite's no good," he said, "it just lets yer see what yer
missin."

"D'ye think she'll ever come to see us, ma?" asked Pearlie,
as she set Danny in the chair to give him his supper.
The family was fed in divisions. Danny was always in
Division A.

"Her? Is it?" said Mrs. Watson and they all listened,
for Pearlie's story to-day had far surpassed all her
former efforts, and it seemed as if there must be some
hope of its coming true. "Why och! childer dear, d'ye
think a foine lady like her would be bothered with the
likes of us? She is r'adin' her book, and writin' letthers,
and thinkin' great thoughts, all the time. When she was
speakin' to me to-day, she looked at me so wonderin' and
faraway I could see that she thought I wasn't there at
all at all, and me farninst her all the time--no childer,
dear, don't be thinkin' of it, and Pearlie, I think ye'd
better not be puttin' notions inter their heads. Yer
father wouldn't like it. Well Danny, me man, how goes
it?" went on Mrs. Watson, as her latest born was eating
his rather scanty supper. "It's not skim milk and dhry
bread ye'd be havin', if you were her child this night,