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"No mistake at all, ma'am," Brian was beginning, with a bright backward glance at Elleney; but Mrs. McNally clutched him by the arm, looking so much disturbed the while, that the words died on his lips, and he suffered himself to be drawn along the passage and into the parlour.
Maggie Nolan's eyes met hers in wrathful protest as she helped herself. "Did ye ever see sich a girl as Ju?" she whispered. "A regular grab-all. Of course if me a'nt goes favourin' her, the poor fellow 'ull have to take her. But I pity him, aye do I." "Sure maybe he won't," whispered Elleney back, consolingly.
I didn't know ye, ye're so grand this mornin'. You do be generally all over flour I never see you without lookin' out for flour." "An' I never see you, Miss Elleney," responded Pat Rooney gallantly, "without bein' put in mind of another kind o' flower. Sure, you look the very same as a rose to-day."
Cheer up, Miss Elleney we'll not be keepin' them long waitin' for their breakfasts now."
"Who in the name of wonder did he see, m'mah?" whispered Henrietta, while the others looked blank. "I b'lieve 'twas Elleney let him in," said Mrs. McNally. "The poor fellow, he's that well-mannered he thinks bad o' sittin' down without her. We're all here that can be here at present, Mr. Brian," she remarked aloud. "Little Elleney that ye seen awhile ago is mindin' the shop for me.
She turned quite pale because of the rapid beating of her heart. What a wonderful thing it was that the prize over whom all her rich cousins had been disputing should have fallen to her share to her, poor little penniless Elleney. "It's too good of you entirely," she was beginning in a tremulous voice; "but I don't think you ought to go disappintin' your father and me a'nt."
"He come to fetch his pipe," explained Elleney, scarlet with confusion; "and when he seen me so run, an' so put about because I was a bit behind, he offered to stay an' help me. It's him that's makin' the toast." Juliana McNally, a frosty-faced person, no longer in her first youth, looked round with a scandalised face. "Did ye ever hear the like o' that?" she exclaimed. "Pat Rooney!
With each reiteration of the phrase the unfortunate Brian's head received fresh damage, and Pat, who was warming to his work, had just announced that he was going to give Mr. Brian the finest thrashing he ever had in his life, when Elleney, who had hitherto been petrified with alarm and amazement, rushed to the rescue.
Sure, girl alive, if he was willin' itself, his father 'ud never agree to his havin' ye." "I s'pose not," said Elleney; "but ye don't know all he's afther sayin' to me, Nanny." "Och, divil doubt him!" exclaimed Nanny, with a vexed laugh. "Sure, that's the way they all does be goin' on. If ye had more sense, Elleney, me dear, ye'd know how to be up to them. Whisht! here's m'mah!" Poor Mrs.
Every one had forgotten Elleney and her little bit of dinner; every one, that is, except the new-comer, who, after casting a nervous glance at the parlour window on finding himself outside the house, had made straightway for the almost deserted shop. Customers were not many at that hour of the day, and Elleney had only sold a pound of bacon and a couple of bootlaces since her aunt's departure.
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