Bridget's fine voice swelled on the evening breeze. Each dog looked at her with a cowed and submissive eye; they ceased their raptures, and hung their drooping heads.
"To heel, every one of you!" she said.
They obeyed, and the girls entered the shady but steep walk which hung over the lake.
CHAPTER XXI. THE HOLY WELL.
"You won't forget, girls," said Lady Kathleen the next morning when breakfast was over, "that Patrick and Gerald are coming to stay here to-day?"
"Hurrah!" said Bridget; "we'll have some shooting and fishing then."
"You can't shoot at this time of year," said the squire.
"I don't mean to shoot game, father," she replied. "I want to learn proper rifle shooting. What do you say, Janet; wouldn't you like to handle firearms?"