“Look at Ran, dear. See how distressed he is. He must not see you grieve so!”
Judy hastily wiped her eyes.
Mrs. Moseley beckoned Ran, who came forward and received the girl from the lady’s arms.
“Oh, Ran, dear,” sobbed Judy, falling into her dialect, “don’t ye moind me crying. Sure it’s a cowld-harrted craychur I’d be not to graive, parting with the loikes av her, a rale highborn leddy as has ben sich a mother to me.”
“My own dear Judy!” whispered Ran. And that was all he could say.
Mike had taken leave of all his friends and had gone on before. But there were two more whom Judy thought she must bid good-by to.
“Where is Misther Longman and Uncle Dandy?”
“Here we are, Misthress Hay!” answered old Dandy from the hall.
“Oh! I must bid ye good-by, dear frinds!” said Judy, holding out her hand.
“Nivir a bit of it, hinny. Sure we’re all in the same boat! That is, the same stamer! We go wid ye across the say! On’v ye’s go in the grand first cabin, and we go in the second. Our duds went on board this morning, and Mike’s gone down to the tovvurn to pay our score. And, sure, he’ll join us on the stamer!” said Dandy.