She is in town now, for it is market-day, and you will be safe where she hides you.

I told her, it was by my husband's request, or she would not have consented.

Here, boy, put on these clothes; I will assist you." Once more I was dressed as a girl, and when my clothes were on, O'Brien burst out into laughter at my blue stockings and short petticoats.

"_Il n'est pas mal_," observed the hostess, as she fixed a small cap on my head, and then tied a kerchief under my chin, which partly hid my face.

O'Brien put on a greatcoat, which the woman handed to him, with a wide-brimmed hat.