“Sure, you are the fine driver,” Kathleen said admiringly to Columba, as he sent the little donkey along at a rattling pace behind a jaunting-car filled with tourists.
And of the two it would have been hard to tell which was the happier that day,—Kathleen, whirling along the beautiful tree-shaded river seeing the city, or Columba, showing to her admiring eyes how much at home he was among such grand sights.
CHAPTER XIII
KATHLEEN’S COMPOSITION
“Oh, Deena Malone, ye’ve a wonderful way with ye,
All the young childer are wild for to play with ye!”
Captain Conn sang, as she led little Victoria, all freshly dressed for supper, to the group near the piano.
Deena made a deep bow to her, as he kept up his part of the jig in the three-hand reel, while Hannah and Anna, who were dancing with him, called “Faster, faster!” to Moira, who was playing on the piano.
The street door banged, and Columba dashed into the house, shouting, “Danny won the hundred-yard dash,—Danny won! Hooray!”
Immediately the reel became a breakdown, and when Danny entered the room, followed by Tara and Uncle Tom, everyone fell upon him, eager to give him a rousing whack of good-will.