the father's chair. To sit there meant special honor at the hands of the
family.

"And it's Pat will sit in the rocking-chair and rest himsilf this
avenin'," cried Mrs. O'Callaghan, returning to her cooking from a brief
trip to the door. "It's Pat'll be bringin' home money the night; honest
money that he's earned."

The little boys appeared impressed, and on Mike's face came a look of
determination that led his mother to say, "All in good toime, Moike.
You're as willin' as Pat any day. I know that. And the way you look
after the little b'ys, your father himsilf couldn't do better."

And then Pat came stepping in.

"Did she praise you, Pat?" cried the little woman as she dished up the
supper. She was hungry for appreciation of her boy.

"She did that. She said, 'Patrick, you're elegant help, and will you
come again next Saturday?"

"And what did you tell her?"

"I told her I would, and let that Jim Barrows keep a civil tongue in his
head when he hears of it, or I'll be teaching him another lesson. He'll
not be throwin' it up to me that it's girl's work I'm doin' if he knows
what's best for him."

"Listen to me, Pat," said his mother, soberly. "I'll be tellin' you now
my plans for you so you'll not be runnin' agin 'em. It's to be a