Be Gorra, poor boy, you mustn't let your spirits
down at all at all. Sure the neighbors is all bint to watch an' take
care of you.--May I take away the shovel?--an' they've built a brave
snug shed here beside yours, where they'll stay wid you time about until
you get well. We'll feed you wid whay enough, bekase we've made up our
minds to stale lots o' sweet milk for you. Ned Branagan an' I will milk
Kody Hartigan's cows to-night, wid the help o' God. Divil a bit sin in
it, so there isn't, an' if there is, too, be my sowl there's no harm in
it any way--for he's but a nager himself, the same Rody. So, acushla,
keep a light heart, for, be Gorra, you're sure o' the thin pair o'
throwsers, any how. Don't think you're desarted--for you're not. It's
all in regard o' bein' afeard o' this faver, or it's not this way you'd
be; but, as I said a while agone, when you want anything, spake, for
you'll still find two or three of us beside you here, night an' day.
Now, won't you promise to keep your mind asy, when you know that we're
beside you?"
"God bless you," replied Jemmy, "you've taken a weight off of my heart.
I thought I'd die wid nobody near me at all."
"Oh, the sorra fear of it. Keep your heart up. We'll stale lots o' milk
for you. Bad scran to the baste in the parish but we'll milk, sooner nor
you'd want the whay, you crathur you."
The boy felt relieved, but his malady increased; and were it not that
the confidence of being thus watched and attended to supported him, it
is more than probable he would have sunk under it.
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