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Grace
Thesergeantmakesthemstandinarowagainstthewallandholduptheirplates.”
Heillustratedthestorybygrotesquegestures.
“Atdinner,youknow.Thenhehasabloodybigbowlofcabbagebeforehimonthetableandabloodybigspoonlikeashovel.Hetakesupawadofcabbageonthespoonandpegsitacrosstheroomandthepoordevilshavetotryandcatchitontheirplates:65,catchyourcabbage.”
Everyonelaughedagain:butMr.Kernanwassomewhatindignantstill.Hetalkedofwritingalettertothepapers.
“Theseyahooscominguphere,”hesaid,“thinktheycanbossthepeople.Ineedn’ttellyou,Martin,whatkindofmentheyare.”
Mr.Cunninghamgaveaqualifiedassent.
“It’slikeeverythingelseinthisworld,”hesaid.“Yougetsomebadonesandyougetsomegoodones.”
“Oyes,yougetsomegoodones,Iadmit,”saidMr.Kernan,satisfied.
“It’sbettertohavenothingtosaytothem,”saidMr.M’Coy.“That’smyopinion!”
Mrs.Kernanenteredtheroomand,placingatrayonthetable,said:
“Helpyourselves,gentlemen.”
Mr.Powerstooduptoofficiate,offeringherhischair.Shedeclinedit,sayingshewasironingdownstairs,and,afterhavingexchangedanodwithMr.CunninghambehindMr.Power’sback,preparedtoleavetheroom.
