“Mary Ellen!” she called; “Mary Ellen!”
And the little sister turned and held out her arms, crying, “I hear you, Kathleen; I’d know your voice anywhere. But, best of all, I can see you now.”
Such a hugging and laughing and chattering as there was then. Kathleen had to tell Mary Ellen all about Kilkenny and the Malones, and Mary Ellen had to tell Kathleen about the doctor and the hospital and Cousin Bee.
“And she brought me up here to meet you and Father,” she said.
“Who did?” asked Kathleen.
“Cousin Bee, of course,” replied her sister; “and she and Father are planning that we will all live in Tonroe next year, and you and I are both going to school there. Father is to have the little farm next to Cousin Patrick’s, and we are going to have two little donkeys for our very own.”
“Kathleen,” shouted Columba, “we are going over to the wishing chair. Father says he wants to wish that we’ll all get home without getting lost again.”
“Yes,” answered Kathleen, and she took her sister’s hand to lead her back over the rocks.
“You won’t have to lead me any more,” said Mary Ellen.
“That’s so, darling; but I’ll be forgetting it all the time at first,” replied Kathleen.