Stories by English Authors: Ireland by Unknown
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several days under the ban of the most rigid boycott, and had become
used to small discomforts. They faced the situation bravely, and turned all such petty troubles into jest; but the American was sorely disquieted to learn that there was only one servant in the house--an old man who for many years had blacked boots and cleaned knives for the family, and who had refused to crouch to heel under the lash of the boycott. Harold stammered an apology for his unseasonable visit, but Jack cut him short. "Nonsense, man; the more the merrier. We're glad to have you, and if you can rough it a bit you won't find it half bad fun." "Oh, I don't mind, I'm sure," said Harold; "only I'm afraid you'd rather have your house to yourselves at such a time as this." "Not we. Why, we expect some Emergency men down here in a few days. We'll treat you as the advance guard; we'll set you to work and give you your grub the same as an Emergency man." "What is an Emergency man?" inquired Harold. "Those Chesterfieldian drivers at the station seemed to think it was the worst name they could call me." A hearty laugh went round the circle. "If they took ye for an Emergency man, it's small wonder they were none too swate on ye," observed Mr. Connolly. |
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