Can't ye see, Father, that Mr.Felix O'Day is the real thing, and no sham about him?
I do, and Kling does, and so does that darlin' Masie, and every man, woman, and child around here that can get their hands on him or a word wid him.

Shame on ye, John! Tell him so, Father Cruse!" The priest kept silent, waiting until the slight family squall--never very long nor serious between John and Kitty--had spent itself.
"Well, I'm not sayin' anything against Mr.O'Day, Kitty," broke in John.
"I'm only askin' for information.

What do you think of him, Father?
What's he up to, anyhow?
There ain't any of 'em can fool ye.

I don't want to watch him--I ain't got no time--and I won't if he's all right." The priest rose from his chair and stood looking down at Kitty, his hands clasped behind his back.

"You believe in him, do you not ?" "I do--up to the handle-and I don't care who knows it!" "Then I would not worry, John Cleary, if I were you." "Well, what does she know about it, Father ?" "What every good woman always knows about every good man.