Grannie's step came into the kitchen, and Pete's loud voice drooped to a whisper. “How's herself this morning, mother?”
“Sleeping quiet and nice when I came downstairs,” said Grannie.
“Will I be seeing her myself to-day, think you?” asked Pete.
“I don't know in the world, but I'll ask,” answered Grannie.
“You're an angel, Grannie,” said Pete, “a reg'lar ould archangel.”
Kate shuddered with a new fear. It was clear that in the eyes of her people the old relations with Pete were to stand. Everybody expected her to marry Pete; everybody seemed anxious to push the marriage on.
Grannie came up with her breakfast, pulled aside the blind, and opened the window.
“Nancy will tidy the room a taste,” she said coaxingly, “and then I shouldn't wonder if you'll be sending for Pete.”
Kate raised a cry of alarm.
“Aw, no harm when a girl's poorly,” said Grannie, “and her promist man for all.”