Muldoon raised her hands with a gesture of wonderment.
"And listen to that, now!" she cried, in astonishment. "Mike Flannery,
do you be thinkin' th' professor has _two_ of them? Sure, and he must
have two of them, for was it not mesilf was thinkin' all last night I
had th' same educated flea for a bed-felly? I would have caught him,"
she added, sadly, "but he was too brisk for me."
"There was forty-sivin times I thought I had mine," admitted Flannery,
"but every time whin I took up me thumb he had gone some other place.
But I will have him to-night!"
"But mebby he has gone by now," said Mrs. Muldoon.
"Never fear, mam," said Flannery. "He's not gone, mam, for he has been
close to me every minute of th' day. I could put me thumb on him this
minute, if he would but wait 'till I did it."
"Well, as for that, Mike Flannery," said Mrs. Muldoon, mischievously, as
she arose from the table, "go on along with ye, and don't be bringin'
th' blush t' me face, but whin I want t' find th' one I was speakin' of,
I won't have t' walk away from meself t' find him this minute!"
The trained flea is one of nature's marvels.
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