New Britain herald., 1929-07-06

each other.
 Go on with your dishwashing, Mrs. O'Brien," Nan suggested. look ing about the immaculate kitchen with frankly approving eyes, T know you want to get through as soon as you can. You don't live in,' do you?"
 No, miss. There's me husband and me boy, and We can't be sep arated, miss" the cook answered, cheerfully voluble. T did make so bold as to ask Mrs. Morgan to let the three of us live in the servants rooms over the garage. seeing as how Big Pat-that's me husband. miss, called that because of Little Pat, me boy, you know-tends the furnace here nights and mornings. Big Pat offered to mind the furnace and do odd jobs to pay for the rent, but the missus lowed she didn't want her boy playing with her cooks boy"
 How old is Little Pat, Mrs, O'Brien?" Nan interrupted.
 Ten he is, and smart as a whip. if I do say so as I shouldn't. Full of spirits. miss, but not a mean streak in his whole little Irish body. Curtis is crazy about Little Pat; tries to sneak out and play with him every , night. It's a lonely lad he is, poor little one'
 Nan suddenly felt as excited as if she were stumbling upon the solu- ton of a murder mystery. I'd like to meet Big Pat and Little Pat, Mrs. O'Brien. Perhaps Mrs Morgan spoke a little hastily, without really know ing Little Pat. Mrs Morgan" she | added, in a carefully casual voice. lis going to be abroad for several months, according to her present plans, and MT. Morgan has asked me to help arrange matters here during her absence"
 If you'd like to see Big Pat and Little Pat. they're down the basement this very minute, fixing the furnace for the night. I'll call them. They usually wait for mo down there till I'm through with my work; then we go home to- gether, and l stir up bit of sup per for the three of us, but it is hard - us living across the tracks and the nights cold and snow on the ground. Yoo-hoo, Big Pat she called in strident but pleas ant voice, down the laundry chute. | A tall, broad -shouldered man, black-haired and blue-eyed, and l small masculine edition of red . haired. hlue-eyed Maude O'Brien pushed into the kitchen from the ' basement stairs, laughing at some | joke of their own. When they sa " l Nan, in amber chiffon, perched upon the kitchen stool. Big Pat be- ! came awkward and shuffling, but | Little Pat planted his feet wide | apart, thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and grinned up at 1 her with 8 serene inconsistencies | of class distinction. For which ! Nan. adoring him at sight, could have hugged him.
 Hello, Big Pat and Little Pat i she sang out gaily. Mrs. O'Brien and I have been matching a grand scheme, haven't we, Mrs. OBrien ?''
 Have we now?" Maude OBrien repeated innocenNy
 "Of course we have. Say, Little Pat, would you like to make some money-a dollar a week."
 'Betcha life." Little Pat replied promptly, his broad grin almost reaching his ears.
 If you and your mother and ia ther took the rooms over the ga- rage, do you think you'd like to take Curtis to and from school the nearest public school, of course and play with him in the after moons? He has a wonderful police puppy, you know"
 Sure, I know. It was me that named that puppy" Little Pat tossed off nonchalantly "'Call him 1 Cop, kid I said. and he did. Sure I'd like the job, Gee! It'd be swell-a dollar a week for nothing but playing. Can't I, Mom?"
 Its the sensible young lady you [ are, miss Maude OBrien told 1 Nan Carroll with apparent irrele vance. Public school! It'll be the making of the poor little mother ! less lad - motherless only tempo rary, l mean, miss" she hastened | to amend.
 There is a grade school just i about six blocks from here, I be 1 ieve," Nan unused, holding he1 brown head thoughtfully. T under | stand, Big Pat, that you're willing ! 10 attend to the furnace in eX- change for the rent of the rooms