CHAPTER VIII.
I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO.
Mrs.O'Hara had known that he would come, and Kate had known it; and, though it would be unfair to say that they were waiting for him, it is no more than true to say that they were ready for him.

"We are so glad to see you again," said Mrs.O'Hara.
"Not more glad than I am to find myself here once more." "So you dined and slept at Father Marty's last night.

What will the grand people say at the Castle ?" "As I sha'n't hear what they say, it won't matter much! Life is not long enough, Mrs.O'Hara, for putting up with disagreeable people." "Was it pleasant last night ?" "Very pleasant.

I don't think Father Creech is half as good as Father Marty, you know." "Oh no," exclaimed Kate.
"But he's a jolly sort of fellow, too.

And there was a Mr.Finucane there,--a very grand fellow." "We know no one about here but the priests," said Mrs.O'Hara, laughing.
"Anybody might think that the cottage was a little convent." "Then I oughtn't to come." "Well, no, I suppose not.