"Mrs. O'Flaherty, I am really troubled about Katie's being so thin. Here is some Scotch oat-meal, and if you will try her with some oat- meal porridge, I am sure it will do her good. If you think, after a little, that it's doing her good, I will bring you more of it.
But oh, how the youngsters long to see what else there is in that basket. After a moment, you put your hand in, and begin to take out things.
"Now, Mrs. O'Flaherty, you won't blame me, will you? I just brought down a few little things; they are of no great value, but I thought you might as well use them, as to have them lie idle. Here are a few pairs of woolen stockings which I have mended all nicely for you. And here is a lot of collars and handkerchiefs which, perhaps, you may make some use of; if so, I am sure you are welcome to them."
"And now, Katie, I have brought a picture for you. I saw it in a shop window yesterday, and thought you might like it. There, do you know what that is?"
"Why, yes mum; that's a picture of the Blessed Virgin! Be's you a
Catholic, mum?"
"No, Katie, I am not a Catholic; but I can't see any harm in a picture of the dear Mother of Christ."
"Oh, I thank you mum, I thank you with all my heart."
"And now, Katie, can't you get a frame for this?"
"Oh yes, mum, I can get a frame; I will get a frame in some way."
When you go again, a week later, what a flutter in the neighborhood! Eyes, eyes everywhere. All the neighboring shanties are alive to see that "blessed, swate angel."