"How's that?"
"A paragraph in the newspaper describing the window, the gift of a local saint. I think you told me her name was M'Hale, and that she lives in the village."
"Yes, you pass her house on the way to the station."
The German took his leave abruptly, and when he was half-way down the hill he asked some children to direct him.
"Is it Biddy M'Hale, that has all the hins, and is going to put up a window in the church, that you're wanting?"
The German said that that was the woman he wanted, and the eldest child said:—
"You will see her feeding her chickens, and you must call to her over the hedge."
And he did as he was bidden.
"Madam ... the priest has sent me to show you some designs for a stained glass window."
No one had ever addressed Biddy as Madam before. She hastened to let him into the house, and wiped the table clean so that he could spread the designs upon it. The first designs he showed here were the four Evangelists, but he would like a woman's present to her church to be in a somewhat lighter style, and he showed her a picture of St. Cecilia that fascinated her for a time; and then he suggested that a group of figures would look handsomer than a single figure. But she could not put aside the idea of the window that had grown up in her mind, and after some attempts to persuade her to accept a design they had in stock he had to give way and listen.