âMammy had given up all hopes of another baby before I was born, so I were a lovely surprise and now theyâve got me, they want to see Iâm brought up right. Which is why theyâre sendinâ me to the convent school, though I dare say thereâs a lot of tâings theyâd rather do witâ the fee money.â
âI went to the national school; you donât have to pay there,â Tad said. âNow me brothers go there. Ainât all schools the same, then?â
But he knew they werenât, not really. Polly had gone to private school, though she had grumbled about her eckers and the nuns just as much as Tadâs sisters, who went to the free school, had done. But Angela was shrugging.
âI donât think it matters. Iâm not clever, like some, but I keep me end up. I get good enough marks. And Mammy and Daddy think Iâll get a good job when I leave, because Iâve been to private school.â
Tad nodded gloomily. He remembered Polly saying something of the sort now that he thought back. âWhereâs your school, then, Angie? Miles away?â
âWell, I usually take a tram,â Angela said vaguely. âI suppose I could walk, but it âud take me a while. Iâm glad you came callinâ, Tad. I donât know hardly anyone in Dublin yet . . . now I know you!â
âThatâs the idea. Weâll be pals, shall we?â Tad asked eagerly. âThereâs all sorts to do in Dublin when thereâs two of you. Does your mammy give you money for the tuppenny rush at the cinema? I go to the Tiv, on Francis Street; I do love Satâday flickers.â
âI do too,â Angela said. âMe mammy used to give me a Peggyâs leg or an ounce of rainbow caramels of a Satâday, soâs I donât fade away before me dinner, and I used to see the show and then go round to me cousin Kittyâs, anâ play Piggy Bed or Shop or skippinâ until it were time for tea. But here . . . well, I donât know folk yet.â
Tad understood this completely. If you went to the free school you would meet your pals everywhere, but the small private schools took in children from a much wider area and the chances were that youâd not have a schoolfellow living within two or three streets of you. And Angie and her family hadnât been living in Swiftâs Alley for long enough to get to know people there, either.
As for Angela finding out about Tad, it wasnât hard to guess most of it once you had visited his home. Small and grubby brothers and sisters had greeted him as he crossed the courtyard and climbed the stairs, and in the kitchen, where the family lived, his sister Annie had been scrubbing a pan of potatoes for their tea whilst Biddy, who was getting to an age when she could be helpful, had been trying to chop cabbage with a knife which was rather too large for her to handle.
âLemme do that,â Tad said, taking the knife. He put the screw of tea and the brown paper bag of biscuits down on the scrubbed wooden table and turned to Annie. âBiddyâs not old enough to use a knife, alanna. Donât let her chop tâings or sheâll be destroyinâ her fingers entirely, so she will.â He saw his small sisters staring and stopped chopping cabbage for a moment to wave the knife towards his companion. âOh, Ann, this is me pal Angela Machin, what lives in Swiftâs Alley, in the OâBradysâ old place. Angie, the big âun with the spuds is Annie anâ the otherâs our Biddy. Theyâs two of me sisters.â He finished chopping the cabbage, then headed for the door again. âIâm just goinâ to show Angie our tree, anâ our fungus,â he added, and picked up a stub of candle and lit it from the lamp.
The boysâ room was further along the landing and on the opposite side. It was a tiny room, only about four feet wide
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley