“Wow!” said poor Norah, in dismay. “Perhaps it’s as well I got born in Australia!”
CHAPTER XI
NORTHWARD
“Says he to all belongin’ him, ‘Now happy may ye be!
But I’m off to find me fortune,’ sure he says, says he.”
Moira O’Neill.
‟IS Mr. Linton in, Timsy?”
“He is, sir. Leastways, he’s out, down by the lough, and all of them with him.” The small boy looked up at Sir John O’Neill with more awe than he was wont to regard most people. “Will I get him for you, sir?”
“No—I’ll go down, myself. Is your father well, Timsy?”
“He does be splendid, sir,” said Timsy, his eye brightening. “Only they’ll be takin’ him back soon, to fight them ould Germans.”
“I expect Lord Kitchener can’t do without him,” said Sir John, confidentially. “Never mind,—we’ll have him back in Donegal altogether, before long, please goodness. And whisper, Timsy—when he comes back for good, he’ll have a splendid medal on his coat!” He patted the small boy on the head and left him speechless before a prospect so tremendous.