The girl obeyed without a word, seeming well pleased to be employed.
“Did she leave any money behind her?” asked he, after a pause.
“No, none.”
“And how did he treat you?—was he civil to you all?”
“We never saw him.”
“Not see him!—how was that? Sure he went to the wake?”
“He did not. He sent us ‘lashins’ of everything. There was pork and potatoes, and roast hens and ducks, and eggs and tea, and sugar and whisky, and cakes of every kind.”
“But why didn’t he come in amongst you to say that you were welcome, to wish you a good health, and the time of the year?”
“I don’t know.”
“And your grandfather bore that?”