Without a word she went forward.
"Tim!" she said very softly.
The old man turned quickly; then drew back.
But Clodagh held out her hand, regardless of the staring summer visitors.
"Tim! I'm not so changed that you don't know me?"
The old man remained motionless.
"I'd know you if I was under the sod, and the sound of your voice come anear me," he said almost solemnly.
Clodagh felt her throat tighten, as the old horny hand was slowly extended to clasp her own.
"I'm glad to be home, Tim!" she said impulsively—"I'm glad to be home!"
There was a delay of several minutes while the porter extricated her luggage from the van; and during this interval, she found time to admire the young horse, which had been bred at Orristown, and to make friends with the Irish terrier that had been Mick's companion on the run to Muskeere, besides asking a dozen questions concerning people and things at Carrigmore. Then at last, the trunk was deposited under the roomy seat of the trap; and Asshlin stepped forward to help her into her place.