He's just fit to make fires and sweep the floor,"
answered Randolph, his lip curling.
"Mrs. Flanagan has been here to ask me to appoint her son
Tim in Luke's place."
"You'd better do it, pa," said Randolph, quickly.
"Why? You say Luke is well fitted for the position."
"Oh, anybody could do as well, but Luke puts on airs.
He feels too big for his position."
"I suppose Mrs. Larkin needs the money."
"So does Mrs. Flanagan," said Randolph.
"What sort of a boy is Tim? I have heard that he is lazy."
"Oh, I guess he'll do. Of course, I am not well acquainted
with a boy like him," said the young aristocrat. "But I'm quite
disgusted with Luke. He was at Florence Grant's party the other
evening, and was cheeky enough to ask her to dance with him."
"Did she do so?"
"Yes; I suppose it was out of pity. He ought to have known
better than to attend a party with such a suit. His coat and
pantaloons were both too small for him, but he flourished around
as if he were fashionably dressed."
Squire Duncan made no reply to his son's comments, but he
felt disposed, for reasons of his own, to appoint Tim Flanagan.
He was hoping to be nominated for representative at the next
election, and thought the appointment might influence the Irish
vote in his favor.
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