Maggie! Maggie! Glory be to goodness! where in the world has that child gone off with herself to? Maggie! Sure I’ve been roarin’ an’ bawlin’ for ye this half-hour. Run up this minute to Mr. Brophy’s–they’re afther gettin’ a letther from America, an’ they can’t get any one to read it for them, the cratur’s. Hurry now, that’s a good little girl; I’m goin’ up myself along wid ye. Poor Mrs. Brophy’ll be nearly out of her mind.