rms of this weary world； kneeling before the feet of the immaculate； reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto； beseeching her to intercede for them； the old familiar words； holy Mary； holy virgin of virgins。 How sad to poor Gerty's ears！ Had her father only avoided the clutches of the demon drink； by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly； she might now be rolling in her carriage； second to none。 Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty bucket； thinking。 But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cast its shadow over her childhood days。 Nay； she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father； a prey to the fumes of intoxication； forget himself pletely for if there was one thing of all things that Gerty knew it was the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness deserves to be branded as the lowest of the low。
And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful； Virgin most merciful。 And Gerty； wrapt in thought； scarce saw or heard her panions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk。 You never saw him anyway screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a father because he was too old or something or on account of his face （it was a palpable case of doctor Fell） or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose。 Poor father！ With all his faults she loved him still when he sang Tell me； Mary； how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried； God have mercy on him； from a stroke。 Her mother's birthday that was and Charley was home on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they were to have had a group taken。 No…one would have thought the end was so near。 Now he was laid to rest。 And her mother said to him to let that be a warning to him for the rest of his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino； artistic standard designs； fit for a palace； gives tiptop wear and always bright and cheery in the home。
A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the house； a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in gold。 And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was it rubbed on the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like her mother taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single thing they ever had words about； taking snuff。 Everyone thought the world of her for her gentle ways。 It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window。 You could see there was a story behind it。 The colours were done something lovely。 She was in a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the gentleman was in chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat。 She often looked at them dreamily when there for a certain purpose and felt her own arms that were white and soft just like hers with the sleeves back and thought about those times because she had found out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the halcyon days what they meant。
The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion； till at last Master Jacky who was really as bold as brass there was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he could down towards the seaweedy rocks。 Needless to say poor Tommy was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted the ball。 Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to her please。 The gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw it up the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the rock。 The twins clamoured again for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and let them fight for it so Gerty drew back her foot but she wished their stupid ball hadn't e rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she missed and Edy and Cissy laughed。
If you fail try again； Edy Boardman said。
Gerty smiled assent and bit her lip。 A delicate pink crept into her pretty cheek but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted her skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down towards the shingle。 Pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the gentleman opposite looking。 She felt the warm flush； a danger signal always with Gerty MacDowell； surging and flaming into her cheeks。 Till then they had only exchanged glances of the most casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight； wan and strangely drawn； seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen。
Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of original sin； spiritual vessel； pray for us； honourable vessel； pray for us； vessel of singular devotion； pray for us； mystical rose。 And careworn hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many who had erred and wandered； their eyes wet with contrition but for all that bright with hope for the reverend father Hughes had told them what the great saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary； the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was not recorded in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her。
The twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers。 Cissy played with baby Boardman till he crowed with glee； clapping baby hands in air。 Peep she cried behind the hood of the pushcar and Edy asked where was Cissy gone and then Cissy popped up her head and cried ah！ and； my word； didn't the little chap enjoy that！ And then she told him to say papa。
Say papa； baby。 Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa。
And baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of health； a perfect little bunch of love； and he would certainly turn out to be something great； they said。
Hajajajahaja。
Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit up properly； and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried out； holy saint Denis； that he was possing wet and to double the half blanket the other way under him。 Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it：
Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa。
And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks。 It was all no use soothering him with no； nono； baby； no and telling him about the geegee and where was the puffpuff but Ciss； always readywitted； gave him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was quickly appeased。
Gerty wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out of that and not get on her nerves no hour to be out and the little brats of twins。 She gazed out towards the distant sea。 It was like the paintings that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted out； the evening and the clouds ing out and the Bailey light on Howth and to hear the music like that and the perfume of those incense they burned in the church like a kind of waft。 And while she gazed her heart went pitapat。 Yes； it was her he was looking at and there was meaning in his look。 His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through； read her very soul。 Wonderful eyes they were； superbly expressive； but could you trust them？ People were so queer。 She could see at once by his dark eyes and his pale intellectual face that he was a foreigner； the image of the photo she had of Martin Harvey； the matinée idol； only for the moustache which she preferred because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same on account of a play but she could not see whether he had an aquiline nose or a slightly retmussé from where he was sitting。 He was in deep mourning； she could see that； and the story of a haunting sorrow was written on his face。 She would have given worlds to know what it was。 He was looking up so intently； so still and he saw her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down。 She was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was far away。 Here was that of which she had so often dreamed。 It was he who mattered and there was joy on her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively that he was like no…one else。 The very heart of the girlwoman went out to him； her dreamhusband； because she knew on the instant it was him。 If he had suffered； more sinned against than sinning； or even； even； if he had been himself a sinner； a wicked man； she cared not。 Even if he was a protestant or methodist she could convert him easily if he tr