? ? ? ? "You look like a good truthful boy. Here are ten dollars for you."
? ? ? ? "Oh, thank you, ma'am! you're a gentleman," said Mike overjoyed. "No, I don't mean that but I hope you'll soon get a handsome husband."
? ? ? ? "My young friend, I don't care to marry, though I appreciate your good wishes. I am an old maid from principle. I am an officer of the Female Suffrage Association."
? ? ? ? "Is it a good payin' office, ma'am?" asked Mike, visibly impressed.
? ? ? ? "No, but it is a position of responsibility. Please tell me your name that I may make a note of it."
? ? ? ? "My name is Michael Flynn."
? ? ? ? "I see. You are of Celtic extraction."
? ? ? ? "I don't know, ma'am. I never heard that I was. It isn't anything bad, is it?"
? ? ? ? "Not at all. I have some Celtic blood in my own veins. If you ever come to Boston you can inquire for Miss Pauline Peabody."
? ? ? ? "Thank you, ma'am," said Mike, who thought the lady rather a "queer lot."
? ? ? ? "Now I must call upon my lawyer, and leave the receipt which I came so near losing.
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