gets every time I see yez. It's the truth I'm a-telling yez, Miss
Nora; it's the honest truth."

"I hope it is, Hannah, for it is very pleasant hearing," answered
Nora. "Do I really get handsomer and handsomer? I must be a beauty
like my grandmother."

"Ah, she was a lady to worship," replied Hannah, dropping a courtesy
to the memory; such ways as she had, and her eyes as blue and dark
as the blessed night when the moon's at the full, just for all the
world like your very own. Why, you're the mortal image of her; not a
doubt of it, miss, not a doubt of it. But there, I want to say a
word to yez, and we need not spend time talking about nothing but
mere looks. Looks is passing, miss; they goes by and leaves yez
withered up, and there are other things to think of this blessed
morning."

"To be sure," answered Nora.

"And it's I that forgot to wish yez the top of the morning,"
continued the little woman. "I hear the masther and Masther Terry
has gone to foreign parts--is it true, miss?"

"It is not true of my father," replied Nora; "he has only gone to
Dublin."

"Ah, bless him! he's one in a thousand, is the Squire," said Hannah.
"But what about the young masther, him with the handsome face and
the ways?--aye, but he aint got your nice, bonny Irish ways, Miss
Nora--no, that he aint."