“What is your name?”

“Andy Burke.”

“Are you a—­Hibernian?” inquired Priscilla.

“I don’t know what you mane by that same,” said Andy, perplexed.

“To what nation do you belong?”

“Oh, that’s what you want, ma’am.  I’m only an Irish boy.”

“And you say your name is Burke?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you related to Burke, the great orator?  He was an Irishman, I believe.”

“Just so,” said Sophia.

“He was my great-grandfather, ma’am,” answered Andy, who had never heard of the eminent orator, but thought the claim would improve his chances of obtaining the job of sawing and splitting wood.

“Your great-grandfather!” exclaimed Priscilla, in astonishment.  “Really, this is most extraordinary.  And you are poor?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be goin’ round sawin’ wood, ma’am.”

“Just so,” said Sophia.

“To think that the grandson of the great Burke should come to us for employment,” said Priscilla, who was in some respects easily taken in.  “I think we must hire him, Sophia.”

“Just so.”

“Perhaps he could take John’s place altogether.”

“Just so.”

“I must find out whether he understands gardening.”

“Just so.”

Andy stood by, waiting patiently for the decision, and hoping that it might be favorable.  Of course, it was wrong for him to tell a lie, but he thought his engagement depended upon it, and, although a very good boy in the main, he was not altogether perfect, as my readers are destined to find out.

CHAPTER VII ANDY OBTAINS A PLACE

“Do you understand the care of a garden?” asked Miss Priscilla.

“Yes,” answered Andy, promptly.

“Then you are used to agricultural labor?”

“I’ve been workin’ on a farm all summer.”

“Our man has just left us, and we must hire somebody else.”

“Just so,” chimed in Sophia.

“And if you are competent——­”

“Just so.”

“Try me,” said Andy.

“I really think we’d better, Sophia,” said Priscilla, turning to her sister.

“Just so.”

“We’ll try you for a week.  What compensation do you require?”

“Is it wages you mane?”

Of course, Sophia was the speaker.

“How much did you give the man you had before me?” asked Andy, shrewdly.

“Twenty-five dollars a month and board.”

“That’ll suit me,” said Andy, audaciously.

At the farmer’s for whom he had been working he had received board and a dollar a week.

“But you are a boy.  Men folks get more than boys.”

“I’ll do as much work as he did any day,” said Andy, stoutly.

“I really don’t know what to say.  I think we’ll give you five dollars the first week, and then we will decide about the future.”