"Run up to the brook and wash yerself an' save yer
mother the throuble."
She opened the back door and he ran out into the yard, but instead of
going up the lane to the brook he scampered round the house and down
the lane. Moya called after him but he paid no attention. "Sure, I've
too much to do to be day-nursing that young Russian," she murmured.
There were wonderings and ejaculations in many tongues when all the
women and children came down and examined the cracks in the kitchen
side of the chimney and in the back of the dining-room fireplace and
saw the heap of rubbish and bricks piled up in the fireplace. It gave
them something to talk about all the morning. This was lucky, for the
grass was too wet for the children to play on it, and when mothers and
children were crowded on the veranda idle words sometimes changed to
cross ones.
"Tis strange; they's good women, iv'ry wan, take 'em alone," Moya had
said one day to Mrs. Schuler and Ethel Blue when they heard from the
kitchen the sounds of dispute upon the porch; "yit listen to 'em whin
they gits together."
"That's because each one of them gets out of the talk just what she
puts into it," explained the Matron.
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