door of the cabin; "faith, and it's not yesilf, mem, that's going to
rest in the same room with the likes of me."

"Yes, Biddy, I see no other way; we shall have to get used to western
life. I think, by partitioning off one corner, here, with blankets, we
shall get along very well; and then it will be right handy for you in
the morning to get the breakfast; you will not have the trouble of
coming down stairs."

"Yes, mem, yese makes everything so asy like! but it's such strange
times for yese, mem!" and Biddy went flying about the room, her face
glowing with excitement, pulling at every uneven log in the house,
fully persuaded there must be some other apartment, if no more than a
closet; and as she caught at a loose board, which only separated them
from the open air, she looked through, delighted that she had discovered
another room, and that her mistress would not now be obliged to share
the same apartment with herself; for as the remembrance of certain
devotional exercises to be gone through, over each bead in her rosary,
came to her, she had her doubts if the "blissed St. Pathrick," (who, for
reasons best known to herself, was her favorite saint), would condescend
to listen to petitions offered from such near proximity to the
unbelieving Protestants; not that she thought her mistress was not a
most excellent woman, but she was a Protestant, and often had she called
upon the blissid St. Patrick, to "bring her dear lady over to the thrue
faith." As she bent down to look into the opening, congratulating
herself upon the discovery, a large cat darted through, full into her
face, and ran with speed out at the door.

"Och, murther! and may the good saints presarve us alive! What will
become of us at all?" and in her fright she went headlong into a pile of