"Oh, if it is Dan Murphy you owe it to," said the girl.

"Ah, he's all right; he's the right sort; a chip of the old block--eh?
He wouldn't be hard on a brother in adversity?"

"He wouldn't if he could help it," said Nora; but the cloud had not
left her sensitive face. Then, seeing that father looked at her with
intense anxiety, she made a valiant effort.

"Of course, I believe in you," she said; "and, indeed, what does the
loss of money matter while we are together?"

"Right you are! right you are!" said the Squire, with a laugh. He
clapped her on the shoulder. "Trust Light o' the Morning to look at
things in the right direction," he said.




CHAPTER III.


THE WILD MURPHYS.

Terence made his appearance at the tea table. In every respect he was
a contrast to Nora. He was very good-looking--strikingly handsome, in
fact; tall, with a graceful elegance of deportment which was in
striking contrast to the burly figure of the old Squire. His face was
of a nut-brown hue; his eyes dark and piercing; his features straight.
Young as he was, there were the first indications of a black silky