“And I too?” said Nora.
“To be sure, child. Why not? You run round to the stables, Norrie, and give the order.”
Nora instantly left the room, the dogs following her.
“What ails her?” said the Squire, looking at his wife.
“Ails her, Pat? Nothing that I know of.”
“Then you know very little,” was his answer. “I never see that sort of anxious frown between the colleen's brows without knowing there's mischief in the wind. Somebody has been worrying her, and I won't have it.” He put down his great hand with a thump on the nearest table.
“Don't, Pat. You quite shatter my nerves.”
“Bless you and your nerves, Ellen. I want to give them all possible consideration; but I won't have Light o' the Morning worried.”
“You'll spoil that girl; you'll rue it yet.”
“Bless her heart! I couldn't spoil her; she's unspoilable. Did you ever see a sweeter bit of a thing, sound to the core, through and through?”