is like honey, and her kiss the sweetest you ever got in all your
life. You mean to say you didn't see her? Why, Nora, what has come
to you? You're trembling again."

"I cannot tell you, Biddy; don't ask me any more. I didn't see the
Banshee. It was very, very cold standing up to my knees in the
water. I suppose I did wrong to go; but that's done and over now.
Oh, I am so tired and sleepy! Do get into bed, Biddy, and let us
have what little rest we can."

Early the next morning Nora returned to O'Shanaghgan. All trace of
ill effects had vanished under Biddy's prompt treatment. She had
lain under her eight blankets until she found them intolerable, had
then tossed most of them off, and fallen into deep slumber. In the
morning she looked much as usual; but no entreaties on the part of
Biddy, joined in very heartily by Squire Murphy and also by Mrs.
Murphy, could induce her to prolong her visit.

"It's a message I'll take over myself to your father if you'll but
stay, Nora," said the Squire.

"No, no; I must really go home," answered Nora.

"It's too fine you are for us, Nora, and that's the truth; and don't
go for to be denying it," said Mrs. Murphy.

"No; I hope I may never be too fine for my real friends," said Nora
a little sadly. "I must go back. I believe I am wanted at home."

"You're a very conceited colleen; there's no girl that can't be