"Nothing, Bridget, I didn't sleep."
"Then you couldn't have dreamed," sagely responded the other, "but I did."
"What?"
"I dreamed that I had a beautiful new gown given to me, and by whom do you think?"
"I don't know; Ned Riley, may-be."
"Ned Riley, indeed," replied Bridget with a sneer; "not a bit of it. By a finer man than ever stood in his shoes. Who but Mark Brady?"
Peg's heart sank within her.
"That wasn't all I dreamed," and she fixed her wild eyes full on Peg, in a way that made hers fall instantly, "I dreamed that I was married to him."
"To Mark?" whispered Peggy.
"To Mark!"