"It's the only thing to be done," she remarked again, and after that there was a long silence.
"Dermod, asthor[3]!" she said all at once. "Come next May, ye must go beyont the mountains to push yer fortune, pay the priest, and make up the rent for the Hallow E'en next coming."
FOOTNOTES:
[2] Marsh trefoil.
[3] Darling.
CHAPTER V THE SLAVE MARKET
"My mother's love for me is warm,
Her house is cold and bare,