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           ButifMasterTommywasheadstrongMasterJackywasselfwilledtooand,truetothemaximthateverylittleIrishman’shouseishiscastle,hefelluponhishatedrivalandtosuchpurposethatthewouldbeassailantcametogriefand(alastorelate!)thecovetedcastletoo.NeedlesstosaythecriesofdiscomfitedMasterTommydrewtheattentionofthegirlfriends.

           —Comehere,Tommy,hissistercalledimperatively.Atonce!Andyou,Jacky,forshametothrowpoorTommyinthedirtysand.WaittillIcatchyouforthat.

           HiseyesmistywithunshedtearsMasterTommycameathercallfortheirbigsister’swordwaslawwiththetwins.Andinasadplighthewastooafterhismisadventure.Hislittleman-o’-wartopandunmentionableswerefullofsandbutCissywasapastmistressintheartofsmoothingoverlife’stinytroublesandveryquicklynotonespeckofsandwastobeseenonhissmartlittlesuit.StilltheblueeyeswereglisteningwithhottearsthatwouldwellupsoshekissedawaythehurtnessandshookherhandatMasterJackytheculpritandsaidifshewasnearhimshewouldn’tbefarfromhim,hereyesdancinginadmonition.

           —NastyboldJacky!shecried.

           Sheputanarmroundthelittlemarinerandcoaxedwinningly:

           —What’syourname?Butterandcream?

           —Telluswhoisyoursweetheart,spokeEdyBoardman.IsCissyyoursweetheart?

           —Nao,tearfulTommysaid.

           —IsEdyBoardmanyoursweetheart?Cissyqueried.

           —Nao,Tommysaid.

           —Iknow,EdyBoardmansaidnonetooamiablywithanarchglancefromhershortsightedeyes.IknowwhoisTommy’ssweetheart.GertyisTommy’ssweetheart.