SHE STAGGERED FORWARD INTO THE DIM RADIANCE OF THE LIGHT. Dorothy Dale’s Promise. Page [77].
“Do you hear that, Mrs. Hogan?” shrieked the shrill voice of the child.
“Bless us an’ save us!” gasped the woman. “The saints preserve us! ’Tis a ghost, it is.”
“What’s a ghost, Mrs. Hogan?” demanded the inquisitive Celia, quick to seize upon a new word.
“’Tis a Pixie. Who knows yer name in this place? Come away, child!”
Dorothy, who heard them plainly now, cried out again. She staggered forward into the dim radiance of the light that shone from the farmhouse kitchen.
“There she is!” Dorothy heard the little one say. Then she plunged forward to her knees. Mrs. Ann Hogan, the grenadier, came flying out of the doorway and gathered Dorothy right up in her strong arms.
“Git out from under fut, ye nuisance!” she commanded, speaking to Celia. “Av coorse ’tis somebody in trouble. Make way, there! Lemme near the stove wid her.
“Sure, ’tis a most be-uchiful young leddy as ever was. An’ she was lost in the snow—thrue for yez! Sure her folks will be payin’ well for her bein’ saved from death this night.
“Shut the door, Cely. Put on the kettle—she must have somethin’ hot. Stir yer stumps, Cely Moran, or I’ll be the death of ye!”