e just how they were made; then he looked back toward the Bowery again.
"How queer ye look!" said Biddy.
Then for the first time Biddy thought of what Charley might be thinking. She rose quickly from the steps.
"Here, ye take the card," said she. "I'll mebbe lose 'em, or she'll be after gittin' it. An' ye shall go with me in the mornin'; an' if I gits a home, I'll speak for ye. Do ye mind that, Charley? They'll be after wantin' of a boy as much as a girl; an' I can give ye a fust-rate riccommend, so I can."
Biddy made him take the card, and punched him once or twice to make sure of his attention.
"Did ye look at him, Charley?" she asked as they walked along. "Did ye mind the two kind eyes of him? The minute ever he looked at me I warn't a bit afeard; an' I felt as I could work my fingers to the bone for him."
Biddy went the next day to the place written on the card Mr. Phil Kennedy had given her. She teased and coaxed Charley a long time before she c