mad-i-gan

Updated: July 23, 2025

"Norah Mad-i-gan?" asked mother doubtfully, stringing out the word. "Yessum," said a low voice. "Goodbye, mum." "Oh, Norah!" cried I, a strange pain stabbing my heart. "Come to see me " But my mother's voice broke in, firm and kind. "Good-bye, Norah," said she. I saw Norah turn and run up among the trees, almost as swiftly and silently as a hare. Once, she turned to look back.

Elia Wilkinson Peattie - Painted Windows