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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

Brace up!
Let's get in the game! Father, have we got to go on the street and hunt
work, or can you give us a job?"
James Minturn tried to speak, then pushing back his chair left the table
precipitately. James Jr. looked after him doubtfully. He turned to Aunt
Margaret.
"Please excuse me," he said. "I guess he's choked. I'd better go pound him
on the back like Lucette does us."
Malcolm looked at Aunt Margaret. "Mother won't let us work," he announced.
"It's like this Malcolm," said Aunt Margaret gently. "Mother had charge of
you for ten years. The women she employed didn't train you as boys should
be, so mother has turned you over to father. For the next ten years you
will try _another_ plan; after that, you will be big enough to decide how
you want to live; but now I think you will just love father's way, if you
will behave yourself long enough to find out what fun it is."
"Mother won't like it," said Malcolm positively.
"I think she does dear, or she wouldn't have gone and left you to try it,"
said Aunt Margaret.


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