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“There, don’t cry, Mary, don’t cry, now! Coom in in the house! Sure, all the folks sint their remimbrance, and hoped you ‘d come back with us and stay a long while. That’s our intintion, too, for you,” continued Patrick, none the less tearful himself because he was so full of fine importance; but nobody could stop to listen after the first moment, and the brother and sister were both crying faster than they could talk. A minute later the spirit of the hostess rose to her great occasion.

“Go, chase those white hins,” Nora’s mother commanded the gossoon, who had started back to bring up more of the rich-looking bundles from the side-car. “Run them up-hill now, or they ‘ll fly down to Kinmare. Go now, while I stir up me fire and make a cup o’ tay. ‘T is the laste I can do whin me folks is afther coming so far!”

“God save all here!” said Uncle Patsy devoutly, as he stepped into the house. There sat little Nora with the tired baby in her arms; to tell the truth, she was crying now for lack of Johnny. She looked pale, but her eyes were shining, and a ray of sunlight fell through the door and brightened her red hair. She looked quite beautiful and radiant as she sat there.

“Well, Nora, ye ‘re here, ain’t you?” said the old man.

“Only this morning,” said the mother, “whin I opened me eyes I says to meself: ‘Where’s Nora?’ says I; ‘she do be so long wit’out writing home to me;’ look at her now by me own fire! Wisha, but what’s all this whillalu and stramach down by the brook? Oh, see now! the folks have got word; all the folks is here! Coom out to them, Nora; give me the shild; coom out, Patsy boy!”

“Where ‘s Nora? Where ‘s Nora?” they could hear the loud cry coming, as all the neighbors hurried up the hill.