fitting suit for the young heir to O'Shanaghgan; but the boy must
have something to travel in, and Mrs. O'Shanaghgan gave implicit
directions as to the London tailor whom he was to visit as soon as
he reached the Metropolis.

"For you are to look your best, and never to forget that you are my
son," was her rejoinder; and Terence forgot all about Nora's words
on the previous evening. He was to start in two days' time. Even
Nora became excited over his trip and in her mother's account of her
Uncle Hartrick.

"I wish you were going, Nora," said the mother. "I should be proud
of you. Of course you are a little rough colt; but you could be
trained;" and then she looked with sudden admiration at her handsome
daughter.

"She has a face in a thousand," she thought, "and she is absolutely
unconscious of her beauty."

At five o'clock Nora had started off in the pony-trap to visit her
friend Biddy. The trap had been brought back by one of the numerous
gossoons who abounded all over O'Shanaghgan, and Biddy and Nora had a
few hours before the great secret expedition was to take place. And
now the time had come. The girls had put on thick serge petticoats,
short jackets, and little tight-fitting caps on their heads. There
was always a breeze blowing round that extreme corner of the Atlantic.
Never did the finest summer day find the waves calm there. Nora and
Biddy had been accustomed to these waves since their earliest girlhood,
and were not the least afraid. They stood now waiting in the little
cove, and looking round wonderingly for the appearance of Mike and