Mrs. O'Toole, pausing in her occupation of transferring the broth to an earthen vessel, crossed herself, and the next moment they left the place silently.
"He's a mighty quare man," said Mrs. O'Toole, meditatively, after they had almost reached the river side, without breaking a pause of unusual duration. "Faith, he blessed ye like a clargy."
"And well he might, he little knows how soon his kindly wishes may be required."
"Why, avourneen?"
"Nurse," said Kate, after a minute of troubled thought, "we must leave this place."
"Is it to go sthreelin' over thim furrin' parts, among dirt and flays, an' the Lord knows what?"
"No, nurse, nothing half so agreeable."
"Ah! thin, what is it, agrah? spake out to your poor ould nurse."
"Ah, dear nurse, there are sad times coming; poor, dear grandpapa, through some terrible law business, has no money left, none at all!"