“You are fretting about something?”
“Not I—not I,” said the girl; but she flushed.
“Listen to me, colleen,” said the Squire; “if it is that bit of a mortgage, you get it right out of your head. It's not going to worry me. I am going this very evening to have a talk with Dan.”
“Oh, if it is Dan Murphy you owe it to,” said the girl.
“Ah, he's all right; he's the right sort; a chip of the old block—eh? He wouldn't be hard on a brother in adversity?”
“He wouldn't if he could help it,” said Nora; but the cloud had not left her sensitive face. Then, seeing that father looked at her with intense anxiety, she made a valiant effort.
“Of course, I believe in you,” she said; “and, indeed, what does the loss of money matter while we are together?”
“Right you are! right you are!” said the Squire, with a laugh. He clapped her on the shoulder. “Trust Light o' the Morning to look at things in the right direction,” he said.