'Be just--divide the place up; give two-thirds of it away to the
children of Joel's first two wives and keep one-third, which is yours by
law in anny case. For why should it be that you should give iverythin'
and get nothin'? He had the best of you-of your girlhood and your youth,'
sez you. 'Shure y'are entitled to bread and meat, and a roof over you, as
a wife, and as one that got nothin' from your married life of what ought
to be got by honest girls like you, or by anny woman, if it comes to
that,' sez you. Aw, shure then, I know you said it, because, didn't she
tell it all to Norah Doyle, and didn't Norah tell Nolan, and me sittin'
by and glad enough that the cleverest man betune here and the other side
of the wurruld talked her round! Aw, how you talk, y'r anner! Shure,
isn't it the wonder that you don't talk the dead back to the wurruld out
of which you help them? I might ha' been a great man meself"--he
grinned--"if I'd had your eddication, but here I am, a 'low man' as Li
Choo said, takin' me place simple as a babe."
"Patsy, you save my life," remarked the Young Doctor. "You save my life
daily. That's why I'm glad you're getting a good home at last."
"At Slow Down Ranch, with her that's to be its queen! Well, isn't that
like her to be thinkin' of others? As a rule the rich is so busy lookin'
afther what they've got that they're not worryin' about the poor; but she
thought of me, didn't she?"
The Young Doctor nodded, and Patsy pursued his tale.
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