"I wish it was dark again."
"Time enough, miss."
"That great sun shining! They'll all be staring. Well, let them."
"Won't you get your things on, darling? I'll dress you. You'll take cold."
"Oh, Donnie! I wish I could cry. My head! I don't know what it is. If I could cry I think I should be better. I must see him, Donnie."
"But he's gone away, miss."
"Gone! Is he?"
"Ay, sure I told ye so, dear, only this minute. To Lunnon, I hear say."
"Oh! yes, I forgot; yes, I'll dress. Let us make haste. I wish I knew. Oh! Donnie, Donnie! oh! my heart, Donnie, Donnie—my heart's breaking."
"There, miss, dear, don't take on so; you'll be better when we gets into the air, you will. What will ye put on?—here's a purple mornin' silk."