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Hartrick, "if it is arranged that Nora is to stay here, I will go and see Miss Flowers at Linda's and Molly's school to-morrow, and ask if Nora can be admitted as a pupil. There is no use in losing time, and she may as well start her lessons next week. By all means, George, go and do your best for the poor things. Of course your sister ought not to be allowed to be in money difficulties."
There, don't excite yourself, Nora. I only suggested that, when one stamp would do, it was rather wasteful to spend two." "Oh, daddy does like to get his own letters to his own self," said Nora. "Your father, you mean. You don't, surely, call him by the vulgar word daddy?" "Bedad! but I do," answered Nora. Mrs. Hartrick turned and gave her niece a frozen glance.
"Is it quite settled that Stephanotie is to come to-morrow?" "By the way, I was going to ask you about her, Linda. What sort of girl is she?" "I do not wish to say anything against my schoolfellows, mother; but if you could only see her " Mrs. Hartrick raised her eyebrows in alarm. "Molly has taken so violently to her," she answered, "and so has Nora; and I thought that just for once "
"Well," he said, "where are the others? Where is the little Irish witch, and where is Molly?" "I am sorry to say that Molly is in disgrace, as usual," said Mrs. Hartrick. "Oh, dear, dear!" said Mr. Hartrick; "we ought to send her to school, poor child! I am sorry for her." "And I intended to give her quite a pleasant evening," said Mrs. Hartrick, "in honor of her cousin's arrival.
"Do you really want me to tell you about O'Shanaghgan?" she said slowly. "Certainly, my dear." "Certainly, Nora. I am sure you can describe things very well," said her aunt, in an encouraging voice, from the other end of the table. "Then I will tell you," said Nora. She paused for a moment, then, to the astonishment and disgust of Mrs. Hartrick, rose to her feet.
"I am afraid I shall shock you very much indeed, Aunt Grace, when I tell you that my education is supposed to be finished." "Finished!" said Mrs. Hartrick. She paused for a moment and stared full at Nora. "I was astonished," she continued, "when your uncle suggested that you should pay us a visit now.
You really are a most exciting person to have staying in the house. Who is Andy, and what cot are you going to turn him out of? Is he a baby?" Nora now began to laugh. "I quite forgot that I was in England," she said. "Am I really in England? Are you are you Oh, now I remember everything. You are Molly Hartrick. What is the hour? Is it late? Have I missed breakfast?"
Hartrick presided. There was jam on the table, and two or three kinds of cake, and, of course, plenty of bread and butter. As Molly had predicted, however, the news of her expression "Go to Jericho!" had already reached Mrs. Hartrick's ears, and the fiat had gone forth that she was only to eat bread and butter.
"Come now," he said, "we should like to hear your account of Castle O'Shanaghgan. Terence has told us all about it; but we should like to hear your version." "And a most lovely place it must be," said Mrs. Hartrick from the other end of the table.
She scorned to put a brown-paper cover over it; she would take it in all its naked glory into the midst of the Hartrick household. On her way she met the other two girls who were also going to spend an afternoon at The Laurels. Rose and Mabel Armitage were the daughters of a neighbouring squire. They were nice girls, but conventional.
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