Part 9 (1/2)
Accordingly, the two sisters, for mutual protection, both went to the door, and opened it guardedly. Their courage returned when they saw that it was only a boy.
”What do you want?” asked Priscilla.
”Just so,” chimed in Sophia.
”You've got a load of wood in the back yard,” commenced Andy.
”Just so,” said Sophia.
”Do you want it sawed and split?”
”Just so,” answered the younger sister, brightening up.
”Can you do it?” inquired Priscilla.
”Try me and see,” answered Andy.
”You're not a man.”
”Just so,” chimed in her sister.
”Faith, and I soon will be,” said Andy. ”I can saw and split wood as well as any man you ever saw.”
”What is your name?”
”Andy Burke.”
”Are you a--Hibernian?” inquired Priscilla.
”I don't know what you mane by that same,” said Andy, perplexed.
”To what nation do you belong?”
”Oh, that's what you want, ma'am. I'm only an Irish boy.”
”And you say your name is Burke?”
”Yes, ma'am.”
”Are you related to Burke, the great orator? He was an Irishman, I believe.”
”Just so,” said Sophia.
”He was my great-grandfather, ma'am,” answered Andy, who had never heard of the eminent orator, but thought the claim would improve his chances of obtaining the job of sawing and splitting wood.
”Your great-grandfather!” exclaimed Priscilla, in astonishment.
”Really, this is most extraordinary. And you are poor?”