"What?"
"Ah! I forgot to tell you. I bought her a cot, or crib—what do you call it?—I fear she won't fit in it! Can't we shorten her?"
"You have bought her a bed!" exclaimed Miss O'Reilly, looking confounded, and laying down her work.
"Yes; come here, Daisy."
He measured me with his eye, then added triumphantly, "She will fit in it; it is just her size, Kate! see if it is not, when it arrives! just her size."
"Just her size! bless the boy! does he not mean the poor child to grow?"
"Faith!" exclaimed Cornelius, looking astonished, "I never thought of that, never!—and yet," he added thoughtfully, "I think I can remember her shorter than she is now."
"You are the most foolish lad in all Ireland!" hotly observed Miss O'Reilly, with whom, though she had left it many years, her native country was ever present.
She gave him a scolding, which he bore with perfect good-humour. A little mollified by this, she changed the subject by asking—
"Well, how did the child answer?"