"Would it be big enough for nine childher—an' one dog; an' would it be afther havin' all improvements like Miss Peggie an' the House Surgeon?"
Again the queen nodded.
Bridget lowered her voice. "An' could we put up a sign furninst, 'No
Trusters Allowed'?"
"I shouldn't wonder."
"Then," said Bridget, with decision, "I've thought all round it twict an' my mind's been made to stay; we'll buy a home."
She made a hollow of her two hands and called, "Whist—whist there, all o' yez! Pether an' Pancho—Michael—Susan—do ye hear!" And when she had them rounded up, she counted them twice to make sure they were all present. "Now ye listen." Bridget raised a commanding finger to the circle about her while she exhibited the golden penny. "Is there any one objectin' to payin' this down for a home?"
"What kind of a home?" asked Susan, shrewdly.
"Sure the kind ye live in—same as other folks have that don't live in horspitals or asylums."
"Hurrah!" chorused everybody, and Bridget sighed with relief.
"Faith, spendin' money's terrible easy."