So I told my little fellow to give a hint to a few
more of the right sort, and we'd go up together and not let the
rascals have their own way.'
'Upon my word, I wonder what the Vicar will say to the use you make
of his Sunday-school. Pretty work for his model teacher.'
'What better could the boys be taught than to fight for the good
cause? Why, no one is a scratch the worse for it. And do you think
we could sit by and see our best friend used worse than a dog?'
'Why not give notice to the police?'
'And would you have me hinder a fight?' cried Ulick, in the most
Irish of all his voices.
'Oh! very well, if you like--only there will be a run on the bank
to-morrow.'
'What has Ulick been doing, Sophy?' asked Maurice.
'Only what you would have done had you been older, Maurice,' she
said, in a hurt voice; 'defending papa's effigy, for which he does
not seem to meet with much gratitude.'
'Well,' said Mr. Kendal, who all the time had had more gratitude in
his eyes than on his tongue, 'if the burning had had the same
consequence as melting one's waxen effigy was thought to have, it
might have been worth while to interfere, but I should have thought
it more dignified in a respectable substantial householder to let
those foolish fellows have their swing.'
'More dignified maybe,' smiled Albinia, 'but less like an O'More.'
'No, you are not going,' said Mr. Kendal; 'I shall not release my
prisoner just yet.
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