Chapters (71)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Part Two
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Part Three
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Part Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Part Five
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
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Patrick nodded. “I understand. It lets enormous daylight come in, and what a wonderful view of the garden.” Patrick studied it for a few minutes, then said, “It must’ve been one hell of a job, Blackie.” He looked at his nephew and raised a brow. “Obviously, you had a few men to help you?” It came out sounding like a question.
“I did. Eight men who were strong and, naturally, used ter handling glass. They were seasoned glaziers. The secret was simple. I had the glass framed in wood. That made it easier to lift and carry. Once it was cemented into the actual wall, and had dried, I painted the wood frame white.”
Patrick was clearly impressed, beamed at Blackie and looked down at the floor. “And I congratulate you on the pattern you’ve created with the tiles. I should’ve said I congratulate you on the entire room. It’s magnificent. I’m very proud of you.”
“Finn helped me, Uncle Patrick, and I do hope we can keep him on at the carpentry shop, and faith, he certainly deserves that.”
“Of course!” Patrick exclaimed. “We have work for him.” He turned around to face Finn, who was hanging back. “Come to the shop on Monday, my lad. I welcome you.”
“I will, Mr. Kennedy, that I will. And thank ye.”
Blackie walked over to a bank of low cupboards underneath a set of taller cupboards with glass doors. On the glass shelves were displays of crystal glassware, bowls, jugs and other such items.
But Blackie made no comment about this glittering display. He bent down, opened a door of a low cupboard and beckoned to his uncle.
When Patrick joined him, he said, “This is another of my inventions, Uncle Pat,” and pointed to the inside of the cupboard.
Patrick frowned, wondering what his nephew was talking about, and then let out an exclamation of surprise. “Another door inside! A glass door, so you can see all of the china. My God, that’s a stroke of genius.”
“Not really,” Blackie said, smiling as he spoke. “Practical, though. I know Mrs. Wilson loves it and her cook does too. She can view all of her dinner and supper sets of china easily, and the glass door keeps dust out also. And I’m happy ye think I’ve done a good job.”
“That’s the understatement of the year. As I said before, it’s magnificent.”
Fifteen
Patrick Kennedy gave Blackie a long, penetrating look, and asked slowly, “Aren’t there enough girls in Upper Armley for him? I would have thought so, if the Dance Hall on Saturday night is anything to go by. It’s packed with young ladies.”