She did not answer, but hummed a little tune and looked up at the tree-tops.
Warren Smith appeared in the doorway.

"Judge," he said, "will you step inside?
We need you." Briscoe nodded and rose at once.

As he reached the door, Minnie said in a piercing whisper: "It's hard to be sure about her, but I'm right; it's gratitude." "There," he replied, chuckling, "I thought I shouldn't have the last word." Minnie began to sing, and the judge, after standing in the doorway till he was again summoned from within, slowly retired.
Briscoe had persisted in his own explanation of Helen's gaiety; nevertheless he did not question his daughter's assumption that the young lady was enjoying her career in Carlow.

She was free as a bird to go and come, and her duties and pleasures ran together in a happy excitement.

Her hands were full of work, but she sought and increased new tasks, and performed them also.