“Buttle’s meat factory. Provisions for the Irish Republican Army, I told the supervisor. He wasn’t too inclined to do his patriotic duty until I made him acquainted with Betsy here.” He tapped the barrel of his revolver.
“We’ll have a feast and a half in the morning,” Molly said. “We’ll get up early and make brown bread for it. You’ll help, girls, won’t ye?”
“Of course we will,” Peg said. “Isn’t that what we’re here for?”
“If you’re not busy now, you could take over the last tea round. Mary-Ann Maloney said she’d do it with me, but we could do with a bit of a break. We’ve been hard at one thing or another since the forenoon.”
She showed them where the cups were kept and told them to put the milk and sugar directly into the big teapots. “Leave it to us,” Peg said. They made the tea as i
