“'Row?' he snorts; 'there's row enough for six. That da—excuse me, mister—that cussed Archibald has woke up.'
“He had; there wa'n't no doubt about it. And he was raisin' hob, too. The candy, mixed up with the dinner, had put his works in line with his disposition, and he was poundin' and yellin' upstairs enough to wake the dead. Margaret leaned over the balusters.
“'Is it the Father?' she says. 'Oh, dear! what'll I do?'
“'Send some of the other servants to the boy,' says the priest, 'and come down yourself.'
“Simeon, lookin' kind of foolish, explained what had become of the other servants. Father McGrath—that was his name—laughed and shook all over.
“'Very well,' says he. 'Then bring the young man down. Perhaps he'll be quiet here.'
“So pretty soon down come Margaret with Archibald, full of the Old Scratch, as usual, dressed up gay in a kind of red blanket nighty, with a rope around the middle of it. The young one spotted Simeon, and set up a whoop.
“'Oh! there's the funny whiskers,' he sings out.
“'Good evenin', my son,' says the priest.
“'Who's the fat man?' remarks Archibald, sociable. 'I never saw such a red fat man. What makes him so red and fat?'