“It is true; my heart is very heavy. I am so anxious about father; you won't make me more anxious—will you? You won't do anything—anything wrong—while I am away? Will you make me a promise that you will let me go with an easy mind?”
“You ask your father to give me three months' longer grace, and then we'll see.”
“I will speak to him,” said Nora very slowly. “I am sorry, because he is worried about other things, and he does not take it kindly when I interfere in what he considers his own province; but I'll do my best. I cannot stay another moment now, Andy. Good-by.”
She waved her hand to him, and ran down the avenue, looking like a white wraith as she disappeared into the darkness.
CHAPTER XII. — A FEATHER-BED HOUSE.
Before she went to sleep that night Nora wrote a tiny note to her father:
“DEAREST DAD:
“For the sake of your Light o' the Morning, leave poor Andy Neil in his little cottage until I come back again from England. Do, dear dad; this is the last wish of Nora before she goes away.