"Yes, I say the word. Get me the colt and dogcart."
CHAPTER IV. THE O'SHEE.
Mrs. O'Brien returned to the house. She was in a very bad humour; in fact, in a shocking humour; and the first person she met was Maureen.
"Ha—ho, come here, charity child!"
Maureen, who was dusting the drawing-room assiduously, did not move a muscle, but went on with her work.
"Do you hear me, Maureen? I have spoken to you."
"No, you haven't," said Maureen. "You spoke to somebody you called a charity child—I'm not that. Do you want me for anything special, step-auntie?"
"Yes. I want to put a spoke in your wheel. Charity child or not at the present moment, you will be one soon."