"Perhaps it was Father Ryan or Mr Rannigan?"
Again she shook her head.
"Was it your sister?"
"'Deed, it wasn't Jane, for she just hates ye; she always says ye're an ould miser, an' ye'd skin a flint."
"I am sorry that my conduct does not meet with her approval," Mr M'Keown said. "But I shall be glad if you will tell me to whom I am indebted for the honour of your visit."
Honeybird looked at him. She did not understand what he meant.
"Who sent you here?" he said.
"Almighty God tould me to come," she said.
"Almighty God?" he said. "I do not understand."
"I ast Him to let me fin' the money to cure Tom Kelly. An' I said me prayers three times for luck. An' when I was gettin' into bed the last time Almighty God just said in a wee whisper: 'Ould Mister M'Keown's the boy.'" Her disappointment was so bitter that she could not stop crying.