It's jes' like her," and Mrs.Fogarty, not to lose her steps, stooped over a pile of wood and began gathering up an armful.
"Well, she ain't his mother, ye know," rejoined Fogarty, helping his wife with the sticks.

"That's what they slammed in his face to-day, and he'll git it ag'in as he grows up.

But he don't want to hear it from us." "And he won't.

Miss Jane ain't no fool.

She knows more about him than anybody else, and when she gits ready to tell him she'll tell him.
Don't make no difference who his mother was--the one he's got now is good enough for anybody.