glancing at the frayed coat-sleeve, beneath which showed a linen
cuff of immaculate whiteness.

Terence was always the personification of fastidiousness in his
dress, and for this trait in his character alone Mrs. O'Shanaghgan
adored him.

"You shall have it," she said--"somehow."

"Well, I must reply tonight," he continued. "Shall I ask the
governor, or will you?"

"We won't worry him, Terry; I can manage."

He looked at her a little anxiously.

"You are not going to sell any more of them?" he said.

"There is a gold chain and that diamond ring; I never wear either. I
would fifty times rather think that you were enjoying yourself with
my relations in England. You are fitted to grace any society. Do not
say another word, my boy."

"You are the very best and noblest mother in the world," said the
lad with enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Nora and her father continued their gay conversation.

"We will take a basket with us," said Nora, "and Bridget shall give
me a couple of dozen more of those little brown eggs. Mrs. Perch