"But it wasn't good, for when we started she begun astin' Andy what ailed him. Andy didn't know, so he said he was in the best of good health. Sez she: 'My nephew tould me you had been disabled.' 'Divil a fut, mem,' sez Andy; 'I'm as well as ye are yerself.' She got as red as fire, an' sez she: 'No gentleman tells lies, Michael!" Mick's face was white with anger.
"But ye tould no lie, Mickey dear," said Fly.
"An' ye couldn't tell her Andy had no white breeches," said Patsy.
"Dear forgive her," said Jane bitterly, "an' we thought she was an aunt."
They did not go home till it was getting dark. When they went into the kitchen Lull was sitting by the fire. "Well," she said, "did ye see yer Aunt Charlotte; she's out lukin' for ye?"
"She can luk till she's black for all I care," said Jane.
Their mother was sitting up in bed when they went in to say good-night, and they saw she had been crying.
"You are the best children in the world," she said, "but your Aunt Charlotte thinks you are barbarians."
"She's an ould divil, an' we just hate the sight a' her," said Patsy.
"'Deed, an' there's more than yous does that," said Lull.