"Faith, it's about so, mother. There was no one to mend 'em for me, and I'm more used to the hoe than the needle."
"I will sew up some of the holes when you're gone to bed, Andy. Are you sure you're well, lad?"
"Well, mother? Jist wait till you see me atin', mother. You'll think I've got a healthy appetite."
"I never thought, Andy. The poor lad must be hungry. Mary, see what there is in the closet."
"There's nothing but some bread, mother," said Mary.
Indeed bread and potatoes were the main living of the mother and daughter, adopted because they were cheap. They seldom ventured on the extravagance of meat, and that was one reason, doubtless, for Mrs. Burke's want of strength and sometimes feeling faint and dizzy while working at her needle.
"Is there no meat in the house, Mary?"
"Not a bit, mother."
"Then go and see if there's an egg outside."
The widow kept a few hens, having a henhouse in one corner of the back yard. The eggs she usually sold, but Andy was at home now, and needed something hearty, so they must be more extravagant than usual.