"I was going to say that July seventeenth is so near, and you seem so much older, that we'll have a special election, and—well, we'll stretch the rules to let you in."
Alene gave a sigh of relief.
"As I'm not so very large, you won't have to stretch them very far," she said, encouragingly.
"If she's little, she's old, like Andy Daly's pig!" Again came that sibilant whisper.
"Alene, don't mind her!"
"But why does she say that?"
"It's an old Irish saying. You see, Andy Daly took his pig to market and they objected to its size—'If it's little, it's old' said Andy Daly; and so they say, 'If it's little, it's old, like Andy Daly's pig!'"
Alene laughed and called over to the whisperer:
"If I'm little, I'm old enough to be a Happy-Go-Lucky—so there!"