Presently, there came a light tap at the door. Lucy arose. It was
Chester.

"Excuse me," he said, "but the people below are somewhat confused over
the trunks. I came to inquire."

"Come in," said Lucy. "Let the 'confusion' continue for a little while.
Come in to where there is peace. Father is feeling better, I am sure."

The invalid turned towards the speakers, then with a movement of his
head told them to come near. Lucy took her former position, while
Chester drew up a chair. Yes; he did seem better, there being some color
in his face to add life to his faint smile.

"Chester," he whispered with effort, as he reached out and took the young
man's hand, "Chester--my boy--I--am--so--glad--you--came--with--us."




CHAPTER VIII.


While the father was resting quietly at Kildare Villa, as Uncle
Gilbert's home was called, Chester and Lucy spent a few days in looking
about.

"Are there any sights worth seeing around here?" asked Chester of Lucy.

"Are there?" she replied in surprise. "Did you ever hear of the Blarney