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“At sight of the snowy wilderness she looked dismayed, and with a few unavailing strokes of her broom at the drift on the steps, was about to go in, when her eye fell on me.

“My shovel explained my mission, and she beckoned with an imperious wave of her duster to the shabby man opposite. I ploughed across, and received in silence the order to–

“‘Clear them steps and sidewalk, and sweep ’em nice, for our folks always go to church, rain or shine.’

“Then leaving her broom outside, the maid slammed the door with a shiver, and I fell to work manfully. It was a heavy job, and my hands, unused to any heavier tool than a pen, were soon blistered; but I tugged away, and presently found myself much stimulated by the critical and approving glances bestowed upon me by the pretty girl, taking breakfast in the basement with a buxom cook and a friend, who had evidently dropped in on her way home from early Mass.

“I was a young fellow, and in spite of my late despair, the fun of the thing tickled me immensely, and I laughed behind my old tippet, as I shovelled and swept with a vigor that caused the stout cook to smile upon me.

“When the job was done, and I went to the lower door for my well-earned pay, the maid said, with condescension, as she glanced coquettishly at my ruddy face and eyes that twinkled under the old cap, I suspect,–

“‘You can wait here while I run up, and get the money, if master is awake.’

“‘Ye haven’t the heart of a woman, Mary, to kape the poor crater out there when it’s kilt wid the could he is,’ said the buxom cook; adding, in a motherly tone, ‘Come in wid yez, my man, and set till the fire, for it’s bitter weather the day.’

“‘Faix an’ it is, ma’m, thankin’ ye kindly,’ I answered, with a fine brogue, for as a lad I had played the Irishman with success.

“The good soul warmed to me at once, and, filling a mug with coffee, gave it to me with a hearty–

“‘A hot sup will do you no harrum, me b’y, and sure in the blessid Christmas time that’s just fore-ninst us, the master won’t begrudge ye a breakfast; so take a biscuit and a sassage, for it’s like ye haven’t had a mouthful betwixt your lips the day.’

“‘That I will,’ said I; ‘and it’s good luck and a long life to ye I’m drinkin’ in this illegint coffee.’

“‘Bless the b’y! but it’s a grateful heart he has, and a blue eye as like my Pat as two pays,’ cried the cook, regarding me with increasing favor, as I bolted the breakfast which I should have been too proud to accept from any hand less humble.

“Here the guest asked a question concerning Pat, and instantly the mother gushed into praises of her boy, telling in a few picturesque words, as only an Irishwoman could do it, how Pat had come to ‘Ameriky’ first when things went hard with them in the ‘ould country,’ and how good he was in sending home his wages till she could join him.

“How she came, but could not find her ‘b’y, because of the loss of the letter with his address, and how for a year she waited and watched, sure that he would find her at last. How the saints had an eye on him, and one happy day answered her prayers in a way that she considered ‘aquil to any merrycle ever seen.’ For, looking up from her work, who should she see, in a fine livery, sitting on the box of a fine carriage at the master’s door, but ‘her own b’y, like a king in his glory.’

“‘Arrah, ye should have seen me go up thim steps, Katy, and my Pat come off that box like an angel flyin’, and the way he tuk me in his arms, never mindin’ his illigint coat, and me all dirt a-blackin’ me range. Ah’r, but I was a happy crayter that day!’