Sing my favourite, Mr.Egger,--'_Wenn's Mailufterl_.'" When they left the inn, Waymark walked first with Ida, and Mr.O'Gree followed with Sally.

Egger brought up the rear; he had relapsed into a dreamy mood, and his mind seemed occupied with unearthly things.
With no little amusement Waymark had noted Sally's demeanour under Mr.
O'Gree's attentions.

The girl had evidently made up her mind to be absolutely proper.

The Irishman's respectful delicacy was something so new to her and so pleasant, and the question with her was how she could sufficiently show her appreciation without at the same time forfeiting his good opinion for becoming modesty.

All so new to her, accustomed to make an art of forwardness, and to school herself in the endurance of brutality.