"And we won't begin till they come," said Fanny.

"Oh, Miss O'Conor, pray don't wait," said I.

"Oh, but we will," she answered. "You have your wine to drink, and
then there's the tea; and then we'll have a song two. I'll spin it
out; see if I don't." And so we went to the front door where the boy
was already on his horse--her own nag as I afterwards found.

"And Patsey," said she, "ride for your life; and Patsey, whatever you
do, don't come back without Mr. Green's pumps--his dancing-shoes you
know."

And in about two hours the pumps did arrive; and I don't think I ever
spent a pleasanter evening or got more satisfaction out of a pair of
shoes. They had not been two minutes on my feet before Larry was
carrying a tray of negus across the room in those which I had worn at
dinner.

"The Dillon girls are going to stay here," said Fanny as I wished her
good night at two o'clock. "And we'll have dancing every evening as
long as you remain."

"But I shall leave to-morrow," said I.

"Indeed you won't. Papa will take care of that."

And so he did. "You had better go over to Ballyglass yourself to-
morrow," said he, "and collect your own things. There's no knowing