"Yes, that's the name. He lives in a big house a mile up the road."
"What made you fight with him, Andy?" inquired his mother, anxiously.
"He began it."
"What could he have against you? He didn't know you."
"He thought as I only was an Irish boy he could insult me, and call me
names, but I was too much for him."
"I hope you didn't hurt him?"
"I throwed him twice, mother, but then his father came up and that put
a stop to the fight."
"And what did his father say?"
"He took my part, mother, when he found out how it was, and scolded
his son. Shure, he's a gentleman."
"Yes, Colonel Preston is a gentleman."
"And that's where he isn't like his son, I'm thinkin'."
"No. Godfrey isn't like his father. It's his mother he favors."
"Faith, and I don't call it favoring," said Andy. Is the old lady as
ugly and big-feelin' as the son?"
"She's rather a hard woman, Andy. I go up to work there one day every
week."
"Do you, mother?" said Andy, not wholly pleased to hear that his
mother was employed by the mother of his young enemy.
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