agility of a deer.

"O, _beetha_, Barney," she exclaimed, "but that will be the fun! And
the misthress's son is home? Arra, what is he like, Barney? Is he as
handsome as Masther Charles?"

"I hope he's as good," said her mother.

"As good, Bridget? No, but worth a shipload of him; he has a pair of
eyes in his head, _Granua_," (anglice, Grace,) addressing the younger,
"that 'ud turn _Glendhis_ (the dark glen) to noonday at midnight; divil
a lie in it; and his hand's never out of his pocket wid generosity."

"O, mother," said Grace, "won't we all go?"

"Don't ax your mother anything about it," replied Barney, "bekaise
mother, and father, and sister, and brother, daughter and son, is all to
come."

"Arra, Barney," said Bridget Davoren, for such was her name, "is this
gentleman like his _ecald_ of a mother?"

"Hasn't a feature of her purty face," he replied, "and, to the back o'
that, is very much given to religion. Troth, my own opinion is, he'll be
one of ourselves yet; for I can tell you a saicret about him."

"A saicret, Barney," said Grace; "maybe he's married?"

"Married, no; he tould me himself this momin' that it's not his
intention ever to marry 'till he meets a purty girl to plaise him; he'll