face smiled with delight.

Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!

Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:

For old Mary Ann

She doesn’t care a damn.

But, hising up her petticoats...

He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

The doorway was darkened by an entering form.

The milk, sir!

Come in, ma’am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.