Don't you see how you are making that poor girl blush ?" To my relief I heard them go, but it was some time before I could recover myself.
I had no idea at all but that they were chance visitors brought into the neighbourhood by the light railway, but I was soon to be disillusioned.
Several times that day I caught the eyes of a very pretty and innocent-looking girl, named Nora Brady, fixed on me, and there was something odd about her look; so much so that later in the day, as I was putting on my hat to go home, while Nora was preparing to start without any such formality, I suddenly asked her-- "Why have you been looking at me now and again to-day as though you were going to say something to me ?" To my amazement she blushed hotly and stammered something about not having known that she was looking at me.
"Never mind, Nora," I said, pitying her confusion; "a cat may look at a king, you know.

Not that I'm a king nor a queen either." "Oh, indeed, Miss Bawn," she said, blushing again.

"You're pretty enough to be the Queen.

Sure that's why poor Master Richard stared at you, not meaning to be impudent at all, let alone that he thought you a poor girl." "Master Richard ?" "Master Richard Dawson.

'Twas him came in to-day with some of the quality ladies they have stopping at Damerstown.