“Divils me darlin’, Doctor, it was bound to come all right some time. Shure, wasn’t it natural the child should be all crumpled up like and lose her head for a while? Wasn’t it natural she should fight out agin’ takin’ the property the leviathin left her, whin she knew there was another will he’d spoke on a paper to the lawyer the night he died, though he hadn’t signed it? And isn’t it so that yourself it was talked her round!”
The Young Doctor waved a hand reprovingly, but Patsy continued:
“Now, lookin’ back on it, don’t ye think it was clever enough what you said till her? ‘Do justice to yourself and to others, little lady,’ sez you. ‘Be just—divide the place up; give two-thirds of it away to the children of Joel’s first two wives and keep one-third, which is yours by law in anny case. For why should it be that you should give iverythin’ and get nothin’? He had the best of you-of your girlhood and your youth,’ sez you. ‘Shure y’are entitled to bread and meat, and a roof over you, as a wife, and as one that got nothin’ from your married life of what ought to be got by honest girls like you, or by anny woman, if it comes to that,’ sez you. Aw, shure then, I know you said it, because, didn’t she tell it all to Norah Doyle, and didn’t Norah tell Nolan, and me sittin’ by and glad enough that the cleverest man betune here and the other side of the wurruld talked her round! Aw, how you talk, y’r anner! Shure, isn’t it the wonder that you don’t talk the dead back to the wurruld out of which you help them? I might ha’ been a great man meself”—he grinned—“if I’d had your eddication, but here I am, a ‘low man’ as Li Choo said, takin’ me place simple as a babe.”
“Patsy, you save my life,” remarked the Young Doctor. “You save my life daily. That’s why I’m glad you’re getting a good home at last.”
“At Slow Down Ranch, with her that’s to be its queen! Well, isn’t that like her to be thinkin’ of others? As a rule the rich is so busy lookin’ afther what they’ve got that they’re not worryin’ about the poor; but she thought of me, didn’t she?”
The Young Doctor nodded, and Patsy pursued his tale. “Haven’t I see her day in, day out, at Nolan Doyle’s ranch, and don’t I understan’ why it is she’s not set foot in Tralee since the ould one left it feet foremost, for his new seven-foot home, housed in a bit of wood-him that had had the run of the wurruld? She’ll set no foot in Tralee at all anny time, if she can help it—that’s the breed of her.
“Well, it is as it is, and what’s goin’ to be will plaze every mother’s son in Askatoon. Giggles they called him! A bit of a girl they thought him! What’s he turned out to be, though he’s giggling still? Why, a man that’s got the double cinch on Askatoon. Even that fella Burlingame had nothin’ to say ag’in’ him; and when Burlingame hasn’t anny mud to throw, then you must stop and look hard. Shure, the blessed Virgin, or the Almighty himself, couldn’t escape the tongue of Augustus Burlingame—not even you.”
The Young Doctor burst out laughing. “‘The Blessed Mary, or the Almighty himself—not even you!’ Well, Patsy, you’re a wonder,” he said.
“Aw, you’re not goin’ to get off by scoffin’ at me,” remarked Patsy. “Shure, what did Augustus Burlingame say of you?—well now, what did he say?”
“Yes, Patsy, what was it?” urged the other. “Shure, he criticized you. He called you ‘Squills,’ and said you’d helped more people intil the wurruld than out of it.”