The sun., 1890-01-12

ed. rs this the teaching about their Saxon
neiRhbors that tho Irish children receive at
the hands Of their parents and guardians 2
oh. well. come now Tommy. really, you
know"
Yes; they are there" says Tommy, rebel
liously. "FriRhtful oreaturesl Bearsl They'd
tear you In bits II theY could get at you. They
have no reason in them. father says. And they
climb up posts and roar at people,"
"Oh. nonsensel" says Mr. Dysart "One
would think we were having French Revolu-
tion all over again In England. Don't you
think" RlancinR rather severely at Joyce. who
is giving way to unrestrained mirth. that II is
not only wrong, but dangerous to implant such
ideas about the English In the breasts OF Irish
childrenp There isn't q word Of truth in 1t.
Tommy"
There is |" says Monkton Jr.. waggin his
head Indignantly. Father told me-"
Father told u.s." repeats the small Mabel
who has Just come up
And father says, too. that the reason they
are so wicked is because they want their free
dom!" SAYS Tommy, as though this Is an un-
answerable argument.
"Oh, seel The Socialists +" says Mr.. Dysart
Yes; q troublesome packl But still to call
them wild beasts -
They are wild beasts" says Tommy, pre-
pared to defend his position to tho last
They've got names and horns and tailsl"
He's romanonR," says Mr.. Dysart, looking
at Joyce.
He's not" says she. demurely. He 10 only
trying to describe to you the Geological Gar
dens His father gives him description OF 1t
every evening. and-the result you see."
Here both she and he. after glance at each
other. burst out laughing.
No wonder you were amused" says he
but you might have given me hint. You
were unkind to meas usual"
Now that you have been to London" says
she. a little hurriedly. as II to cover his last
words and pretend she hasn't heard them
you will find our poor Ireland duller than
ever. At Christmes IL Is not 30 bad but just
now and in the height of your season. too"
Do You call this place dull ?" interrupts he.
Then let me tell you you misiudge your
native land; this little bit Of it, at all events.
think 1t not only the loveliest. but the liyeli-
est place on earth"
You are easily pleased" says she, with
rather embarrassed smile.
He isn'tl" says Tommy. breaking into the
conversation with great aplomb. He has been
holding on vigorously to Mr.. Dysart's right
hand for the last Eve minutes, after a brief but
brilliant skirmish with Mabel as to the possess
sion Of it-a skirmish brought to a bloodless
COuClublOn Dy tu0 buTT0uu0T, Oh DySArC6
part. Of his left hand 10 the weaker belligerent
He hates Miss Maliphant. nurse says. though
Lady Baltimore wants him to marry her. and
she's fine girl. nurse says. au' raal smart. and
with the gift o'the CAB. an lots o. tin"
Tommy" says his aunt frantically. 1t Ia
indeed plain to everybody that Tommy Is now
quoting nurse. au naturel and Is betraying con-
hdences in reckless manner.
Don't stop him." says Mr.. Dysart. glancing
at Joyce's crimson cheeks with something Of
disfavor. What Is Hecuba to me. or to
Hecubsp l defy you." little stormiy. to
think care farthing for Miss Maliphant or
for any other woman on earth-save one"
"Oh. you mustn't press your condolences on
me-" says she. smiling and assembling rather
finely; II know nothing. accuse you Of moth
ing. Only. Tommy. you were a little rude.
weren't your"
L wasn't" says Tommy promptly. in whom
tho Unborn instinct OF self-defence has been
largely developed. It's true. Nurse says she
has a voice like COW. Is that true ?" turning
unsbashed to Dyssrt
She's expected at the Castle next week.
You shall come up and judge for yourself"
says he. laughing. And" turning to Joyce,
you will come, too. hope"
1T is manners to wait to be asked" returns
she. smiling.
"Oh. as for that" says he Lady Baltimore
crossed last night with me and her husband.
And here is q letter for YOU" He pulls note
Of the cooked hat order from his pocket.