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“Sure and would n’t you spake the good word to your mother about me sometime, dear?” pleaded Johnny, openly taking the part of lover. Nora’s hand was still in his; they were walking slowly in the summer night. “I loved you the first word I heard out of your mouth,–’twas like a thrush from home singing to me there in the train. I said when I got home that night, I ‘d think of no other girl till the day I died.”

“Oh!” said Nora, frightened with the change of his voice. “Oh, Johnny, ‘t is too soon. We never walked out this way before; you ‘ll have to wait for me; perhaps you ‘d soon be tired of poor Nora, and the likes of one that’s all for saving and going home! You ‘ll marry a prittier girl than me some day,” she faltered, and let go his hand.

“Indeed, I won’t, then,” insisted Johnny O’Callahan stoutly.

“Will you let me go home to see me mother?” said Nora soberly. “I ‘m afther being very homesick, ‘t is the truth for me. I ‘d lose all me courage if it wa’n’t for the hope of that.”

“I will, indeed,” said Johnny honestly.

Nora put out her hand again, of her own accord. “I ‘ll not say no, then,” she whispered in the dark. “I can’t work long unless I do be happy, and–well, leave me free till the month’s end, and maybe then I ‘ll say yes. Stop, stop!” she let go Johnny’s hand, and hurried along by herself in the road, Johnny, in a transport of happiness, walking very fast to keep up. She reached a knoll where he could see her slender shape against the dim western sky. “Wait till I tell you; whisper!” said Nora eagerly. “You know there were some of the managers of the road, the superintendents and all those big ones, came to Birch Plains yesterday?”

“I did be hearing something,” said Johnny, wondering.

“There was a quiet-spoken, nice old gentleman came asking me at the door for something to eat, and I being there baking; ‘t is my time in the morning whin the early trains does be gone, and I ‘ve a fine stretch till the expresses are beginnin’ to screech,–the tin, and the tin-thirty-two, and the Flying Aigle. I was in a great hurry with word of an excursion coming in the afternoon and me stock very low; I ‘d been baking since four o’clock. He ‘d no coat on him, ‘t was very warm; and I thought ‘t was some tramp. Lucky for me I looked again and I said, ‘What are you wanting, sir?’ and then I saw he ‘d a beautiful shirt on him, and was very quiet and pleasant.

“‘I came away wit’out me breakfast,’ says he. ‘Can you give me something without too much throuble?’ says he. ‘Do you have anny of those buns there that I hear the men talking about?’

“‘There’s buns there, sir,’ says I, ‘and I ‘ll make you a cup of tay or a cup of coffee as quick as I can,’ says I, being pleased at the b’ys giving me buns a good name to the likes of him. He was very hungry, too, poor man, an’ I ran to Mrs. Ryan to see if she ‘d a piece of beefsteak, and my luck ran before me. He sat down in me little place and enjoyed himself well.

“‘I had no such breakfast in tin years, me dear,’ said he at the last, very quiet and thankful; and he l’aned back in the chair to rest him, and I cleared away, being in the great hurry, and he asking me how I come there, and I tolt him, and how long I ‘d been out, and I said it was two months and a piece, and she being always in me heart, I spoke of me mother, and all me great hopes.