"It's done enough," replied her father. "Aren't you particular this day! Pull them over here and share them round, and don't be having the men dying on your hands."
Mary did so, and for five minutes there was no sound except that of moving jaws, and by that time there was no more food in sight.
"Ah!" said Patsy with a great sigh.
"Aye, indeed!" said Billy the Music with another sigh.
"Put on more of the potatoes now," Patsy commanded his daughter, "and be cooking them against the time this story will be finished."
"I wish I had twice as much as I had," said Art.
"You got twice as much as me," cried Patsy angrily, "for I saw the girl giving it to you."
"I'm not complaining," replied Art; "I'm only stating a fact."
"That's all right," said Patsy.
The pipes were lit, and all eyes turned to Billy the Music. Patsy leaned back on his elbow, and blew his cloud.