With the words, 'I am very tired, ma'am,' the eyes reclose, and we see long black fringes of soft hair rest upon the pale, thin cheek.

The ready tear of compassion springs to the matron's eyes, as she stoops still lower to feel the pulse in the wan hand.
'What is the matter with her ?' she inquires, turning to the bystanders.
'Tis tiert all out she is, my leddy.

We come by say from Watherford to Milford, and thin, yer honour, we come on foot all trough Pembrokeshire, and County Carmarthin, and now she's jist kilt.' 'But what is she going to do?
Why do you come away from Ireland at all ?' 'Och, my leddy, shure we're starvin' there.

And we jist come to luk for the work in the harvest, an' we're goin' to Herefordshire to git it.

An' plaase yer honour's glory, she come wid us to this counthry to luk for her mother's relations that's Welsh, my leddy, small blame to thim, seein' her mother married an Irishman, and come to live in our counthry.' 'I will give you a night's lodging, and that is all I can do for you,' says the gentle mistress of the farm.
'The Lord bless ye, my leddy, the holy angels keep ye, the blessed Vargin and all the saints--' 'Oh, hush! hush!' exclaims the good woman, highly shocked.