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"I came to your riverence for spiritual good," said Annorah, now coming forward and laying a fat chicken and sundry paper parcels beside her week's wages on the little table by her mother's side. "I came for spiritual good, and ye thried to teach me to tattle. It's a mane trade intirely, lettin' alone the maneness of sich as teach it."
Lee to Annorah, when, after an unusually restless and painful day, Annie had fallen asleep at last, and both left the room to breathe the fresh evening air. "When the weather gets settled so that she can let you draw her little carriage down by the mill-stream again, she will brighten up and get stronger. It is enough to make a well person ill, to be shut up so long."
She died suddenly, perhaps unconsciously at last. Annorah had placed her couch so that she could see the beautiful changes in the rich June sunset; and when she returned after a moment's absence to her side, she found that, with a sweet smile of joyous triumph on her lips, she had fallen asleep in Jesus.
"And so you are to play the spy and the tattler; and however kindly we may treat you, you are to report all our sayings and doings to the priest? I don't believe, Annorah, that you can be mean enough for that, if you try. I thought the Irish people were too generous to act so low a part." "An' so we are, shure. Sorra a bit will the praste get from me about you here."
"Poor little thing!" said Annorah; "ye're pale as a lily. Is there a dhrap o' anything ye would like, and then slape a bit?" "I will try to sleep." "But ye cannot kape still. The pain is shure too great. Let me carry you about a little." "No, no; it would tire you," said Annie, who in her spasm of pain really longed for so novel a method of changing her position.
Lee could not reply, for she, too, was weeping. There was something in Annorah's desolate tone that went to her heart, and inspired a pitying affection for the plain-looking girl by her side, which she would once have thought impossible. She began to comprehend the mystery of Annie's caressing manner to her young nurse. "Annorah, my poor girl," she faltered at length.
With an affectionate kiss they parted; and Annorah went slowly back to her young mistress's room. "How is this, Annorah?" asked Mrs. Lee, as she entered. "How happened you to return so soon?" "I have not been home, an' ye please, ma'am." "Are you not going to-night?" asked Annie, raising her head from her pillow, and noticing, with a little anxiety, the unusual expression of her attendant's face.
"Ye know best, shure," said Annorah, in her grief resuming her national accent and brogue "Ye know best, but it's thinner and weaker she's getting, and is a baby for weight in me arms. Och! the dark day it will be for poor Norah when she looks her last on that swate angel face!" And the poor girl burst into tears, and covered her face with her apron.
Miss Annie must not be excited and made worse by your girl's fits of ill-humour." "Leave her to me, mamma," said Annie. "I think, Mrs. Dillon, that there will be no trouble. What did you say is her name?" "Annorah, an' ye plaze, miss." "Annorah? Very well. When shall she come, mamma?" "Not until Monday, I think," replied Mrs. Lee. Then turning to Mrs.
That Annorah felt neither fear nor reverence for him, it was easy to see. So, smothering his wrath, he began, to the great surprise of Mrs. Dillon, to address the girl in his most coaxing tones. "Come, come, Annorah," he said, "let us be friends.
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