Biddy's big room on the first floor. They were to sleep together in
Biddy's small bed. Personally, discomforts did not affect them; they
had never been accustomed to luxury, and rather liked the sense of
hardship than otherwise.

"I brought up a bit of supper beforehand," said Biddy. "I am real
hungry. What do you say to cold bacon and taters--eh? I went down to
the larder and got a good few early this morning. I put them in the
cupboard in a brown bowl with a plate over it. You're hungry--aren't
you, Norrie?"

"No, not very," answered Nora.

"What's come to you, you're so quiet? You have lost all your spirit.
I thought we would have a real rollicking time over our supper,
laughing and talking, and telling our adventures. Oh! it was awful
in that cave; and when you were away talking to the lady Banshee I
did have a time of it. I thought that awful Andy was going to murder
me. I had a sort of feeling that he was getting closer and closer,
and I clutched hold of little Mike. I think he was a bit surprised;
I'll give him a penny to-morrow, poor gossoon. But aren't you
hungry, and won't you laugh, and shan't we have a jolly spree?"

"Oh, I shall be very glad to eat something," said Nora; "and I am a
little cold, too. I took a chill standing so long in that icy
water."

"Oh, dear, oh, dear! it's the rheumatics you'll be getting, and then
you'll lose your beautiful straight figure. I must rub your legs.
There, sit on the bed and I'll begin."