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"It did not last!" said Kenny deliberately. "It never does with me. I should have known it. I love you sincerely, girleen. I always shall. But I love you as I would have loved my daughter." "Your daughter! Kenny, why then did you speak so of the flood of Killarney?" "I was testing you. You can see for yourself. I could not honorably tell you this, dear, if you still cared."
I won't do it; no I won't, Miss Nora; but there's thim as will have to suffer if Andy Neil is turned out of his hut. You spake for me, Miss Nora; you spake up for me, girleen. Why, the Squire, you're the light of his eyes; you spake up, and say, 'Lave poor Andy in his little hut; lave poor Andy with a roof over him. Don't mind the bit of a rint. Why, then, Miss Nora, how can I pay the rint?
Ah, Nora guessed that her father was dying, and there was no way of saving him but doing it on the sly. Well, I'm here, the girleen has managed it, and here I'll stay. Not all the doctors in the land, nor all the fine English grooms, shall take me back again.
"You read the paper to me?" answered Squire O'Shanaghgan. "Why, bless yer little heart, my pretty girleen, but I must decline with thanks. It is perfect torture to listen to your English accent when you are trying to do the rich Irish brogue. Irish papers should be read by Irish colleens, and then you get the flavor. But what did you say my colleen was after business, is it?
And, Kenny, I told Hannah, that I'm going to marry you and she cried and kissed me and and poured a wash-bowl full of tea for Hughie to wash his hands in!" "The heart of her!" said Kenny. "Come, girleen. The tea's ready. I want to see you pour it." He watched with his heart in his eyes while she poured his tea.
Oh, didn't he raise a yell louder than anything you ever heard, and then I told him that if I could not get back the coat I would give him ten pounds for certain by Saturday next. He said if I did he would lie quiet for a bit and not tell the governor, so I want you like a blessed girleen to lend me the money.
"And I," said Kenny stubbornly, "can't and won't go away and leave you here. The thought of winter and the hills and that barn of a house when the wind is blowing would haunt me. No, no, girleen!" Joan looked up and smiled and her soft eyes were wistful. "Kenny, I must study for another year!" "Another year!" said Kenny blankly. "Colleen, you've the wisdom of the ages in your head right now."
"It would not be for the making of our happiness, father," he said, just glancing at his father. "Pat is right it would about kill us both." "You young beggars, kill you, indeed!" cried the squire. "Well, I have not made my plans yet. I am thinking of it, and you may as well know it. I have sent the girleen away, and if you can't stand what she can, why, I don't think you have much grit in you.
Denvers, Franklin Avenue, Middleton, London, S.E. Wake up, old girleen; hurry with the tin. Laurie." "That's the time of day," he said. "You read it, Jim. Can you make out the address plain?" "Yes, to be sure," answered Jim. "Very well, sir; this shall go. I am sorry you're in trouble, sir; but I know the squire sends a lot of money to Miss Kitty, for he is always coming here for postal orders."
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