"Ye be hard on the depot. This is my house." said Jerry.
As he opened the door, his mother said, "I've looked afther yez since the dark, and what have ye there?" as she saw Johnny.
Mike, Jerry's father, sat by the stove, and there was a baby on the floor. Johnny thought he never had seen such a funny place.
He liked the baby best, although its yellow flannel night-dress was dirty; but it wasn't quite his idea of a baby.
"What shall we do wid him, Mike?" said the lady of the house, as she saw Johnny's head bobbing and his eyes closing.
"I thought ye'd kape him here till the next train for New York," said Jerry, laughing.
Mike laid down his pipe, and began to put on his coat.
"Is it to go out again that yez will, this arful night, Mike?" said Maggie.
"Lay him out on the bed; lave him to slape here to-night, Maggie. I'll go and make it aisy wid the old folks," said Mike.
He found grandma sitting before the fire-place. Bottles of all sizes stood on the table, and blankets hung on chairs by the fire. The old lady's face was pale, and Mike afterward told Maggie, "The hands of her shook like a lafe, and she had the same look on her that she had when they tould her Johnny's mother was dead. And when I tould her the boy was safe wid yez here—Ah, Maggie, she's a leddy!" said Mike, lowering his voice.