"
"We are glad to see you, Andy, dear, but," continued his mother,
taking a survey of her son's appearance for the first time, "you're
lookin' like a beggar, with your clothes all in rags."
Andy laughed.
"Faith, it's about so, mother. There was no one to mend 'em for me,
and I'm more used to the hoe than the needle."
"I will sew up some of the holes when you're gone to bed, Andy. Are
you sure you're well, lad?"
"Well, mother? Jist wait till you see me atin', mother. You'll think
I've got a healthy appetite."
"I never thought, Andy. The poor lad must be hungry. Mary, see what
there is in the closet."
"There's nothing but some bread, mother," said Mary.
Indeed bread and potatoes were the main living of the mother and
daughter, adopted because they were cheap. They seldom ventured on the
extravagance of meat, and that was one reason, doubtless, for Mrs.
Burke's want of strength and sometimes feeling faint and dizzy while
working at her needle.
"Is there no meat in the house, Mary?"
"Not a bit, mother."
"Then go and see if there's an egg outside.
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