though it was a good deal longer. It smelt strongly of damp and the pigeon droppings which came through the missing roof tiles, but Angela, after one somewhat startled glance around her, made no comment. Instead, she admired the tree in the fireplace and the huge, leathery brown fungus with yellow patches, and only looked once at the beds, which were mostly piles of rags and straw, with one thin blanket apiece to pull over each boy.
âWhere does your mammy and your sisters sleep?â she enquired, after Tad had pointed out which boy slept in which bed. âI didnât notice another room.â
âThey sleep in the living room,â Tad explained. âItâs a big room. They have to put their beds away before we go off in the mornings, though. Mammy as well.â
âOh,â Angela said. âAnd â and your daddy?â
âLeft. Heâs been gone more than a year, thank the good Lord,â Tad said piously and with some satisfaction. âGood riddance, Mammy says. He was a docker, and he could drink the Liffey dry, so he could. Weâs better off now than we was afore, âcos he used to take Mammyâs money off her. And mine too, if he could find it.â
âOh,â Angela said again. âBut arenât you the lucky one to have all those brothers and sisters â youâve always got someone to play witâ when you fancy a game.â
âYe-es, only Iâm the eldest, you see,â Tad explained. âThe eldest does the messages anâ helps in the house anâ finds firewood to light the fire, you know.â
âI donât, really,â Angela said. âMickyâs the eldest, but heâs been workinâ as long as I can remember, pretty near. And there arenât many jobs like fetchinâ firewood when thereâs only four of you. But I get the messages for Mammy,â she added, clearly anxious not to appear too different. âAnd I put the delft out on the table, and the knives and forks and that, and make my own bed andââ She stopped short. âWell now, whatâll we do next? Your sisters seemed to be managinâ the supper witâout too much fuss, even though theyâre young.â
Tad considered. He had meant to write to Polly, but he could do that any time, he told himself. âWhat would you like to do?â he asked at last. âYou wonât want to be too far from home as itâs late or your mammy might worry.â
âIâd like to look in the shop windows on OâConnell Street,â Angela said longingly. âBut youâre right, itâs too late. Mammyâs not workinâ yet, so sheâll be home. Would you like to come back witâ me and stay for a bit?â She added: âMammy wouldnât mind.â
âWell, Iâll walk you home,â Tad said. âBut after that Iâd best be gettinâ back home meself. The kidsâll see to the supper all right, but Mammy will wonder if Iâm not there to give a hand. Only if you tell me where your school is I might meet you out tomorrer anâ we could go on to OâConnell Street from there.â
âI tâought you were workinâ,â Angela said artlessly. âSuppose youâve got a job tomorrer? No, you come round to Swiftâs Alley when you finish. If itâs too late for window-shoppinâ then we can always go up to my house and make ourselves toast before the fire or somethinâ of that sort.â
Toast before the fire! Shades of Pollyâs mammy and the uproarious games the family had sometimes played whilst waiting for toast, or chestnuts to roast, or the cake in the oven to rise flickered temptingly in Tadâs mind. He swallowed. âThat âud be grand,â he said. They had reached Angelaâs tenement now and they crossed the cramped little foyer and began to mount the stairs, but on the half-landing Tad paused. âYou can