"Good morning to you," she called. "What is it you want?"
"Come here," bade Mary Bowman.
The Irishwoman climbed the three steps to the little porch.
"What is it?" she asked again. "What is it you see?"
"Look!—Out there at the Seminary! You can see the soldiers moving about, like black specks under the trees!"
Hannah squinted a pair of near-sighted eyes in the direction of the Seminary.
"I'll take your word for it," she said.
With a sudden motion Mary Bowman lifted her hand to her lips.
"Early wouldn't come back!" she whispered. "He would never come back!"
Hannah Casey laughed a bubbling laugh.