"I always knew you were prodigal of your strength and talent," Kenneth said merrily. "Prodigal. That's a good name for you. That was a happy thought of yours, Mrs. Murphy."
Mrs. Murphy still looked mystified.
"Oi see me little girrls are plazed ter see yez," said Patrick, beaming proudly upon the little ones. Kathleen held up for his inspection some paper dolls Esther had brought her. Then the smile on his face broadened. He laid his pipe on the shelf and examined the dolls critically.
"Did yez iver see the loike on it, now? Shure, an' did yez say 'Thank yez' ter the lady?"
"Yep," answered Kathleen, and "Yep," echoed Nora.
"An' phwat is the matther wid Wathemah?" asked Patrick, as he approached the little Indian.
"Got hurted."
"Broked his arm."
"Fell off old Jim."
"Miss Bright mended his arm," came in quick succession.