"And how am I to be like you then, if you won't let me do the way you do?"
For a moment the General seemed perplexed. Then he opened the door and motioned Jim out. "Ask your mother," he said.
"I won't," declared little Jim obstinately, when he found himself in the street. "I won't ask her."
But he did. The coasting was excellent on a certain hill, and the hill was only a short distance northwest of the O'Callaghan home.
"'Twill do Andy good to have a bit of a change and eat wanst of a supper he ain't cooked," the widow had said. And so it was that she was alone, save for Larry, when Jim came in after school. Presently the whole affair of the morning came out, and Mrs. O'Callaghan listened with horrified ears.
"And do you know how that looked to them that seen you?" she asked severely. "Sure and it looked loike you was makin' fun of the Gineral."
"But I wasn't," protested little Jim.
"Sure and don't I know that? Would a b'y of mine be makin' fun of Gineral Brady?"
"He said I wasn't to do it no more," confided little Jim humbly.
The widow nodded approbation. "And what did you say then?" she asked.