"Oh Fred, you have come back," she said, throwing herself on his breast.
"Yes; I am back.

Did you think I was going to desert you ?" "No; no.

I knew you would not desert me.

Oh, my darling!" "Dear Kate;--dearest Kate." "You have thought of me sometimes ?" "I have thought of you always,--every hour." And so he swore to her that she was as much to him as he could possibly be to her.

She hung on his arm as she went down to the cottage, and believed herself to be the happiest and most fortunate girl in Ireland.