| OCR Text |
Show 101 Feet up by the fire, Smoking his pipe of clay, Mother takes in washing...." "Maggie Rose!" Hugo thundered. "That's enough!" Mayo Culley*s face had paled. "You've a score of devils inside you, Maggie Rose," he said. "You know full well I'd work if I had the use of two good hands." Moving away from Kathleen, Mayo declared in a loud voice, "It's here I'd liefer stay to celebrate the night with my friend Hugo, but I'll not remain in a house where I'm insulted by a woman." With his chin raised as though that would compensate for his lack of height, Mayo Culley stalked across the kitchen. At the door he turned to face Maggie Rose. In spite of his shortness, his bowed legs, and his shabby clothes, he emanated dignity as he proclaimed, "Good night to all in this house. And may God forgive you, Maggie Rose." Kathleen began to cry. |
