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Mary Mulligan, the little Irish washerwoman
stood perched on a box in front of a tub, up to
her elbows in suds.

“Sure, the holiday’s nothing to me,” she had
told Mrs. Wilfer, the mistress of the red brick
mansion. “I’ve meself and me boy to kape,
and the Queen, bein’ a widow | erself, is not
going to take it amiss if I wash on her birthday
like it was a common week-day !”

Even Mrs. Wilfer was not interested in the
holiday, for she was depressed and anxious
about other matters on this particular day.
But passing by the open windows she could
not help seeing the flags that were waving so
bravely, and she heard the band play, “When
Johnny Comes Marching Home Again,” and
later. “In a Hazel Dell My Nelly’s Sleeping.”
She even absently hummed the airs herself,
while she kept an eye on her active three-year-
old daughter. Betty was bent upon joining in
the frolic outside if possible. She had soon
discovered that exciting things were happening
beyond the front gate, which had wide palings,
very convenient for looking through.

“Betty dear, wouldn’t you like to cut some
pretty ladies out of Mama’s book?”? her mother

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