“Good day, your Honour,” cried several out of the crowd.
Philip raised his hat. The hats of the men went up to him. Some of the girls were wiping their eyes.
XIV.
While Pete and Philip were driving over the road from Douglas, Kate was sitting with the child on her lap before the fire in Elm Cottage. Her eyes were restless, her manner agitated. She looked out at the window from time to time. The setting sun behind the house still held the day with horizontal shafts of light in the spring green of the transparent leaves.
“Wouldn't you like to see the procession to-night, Nancy?” she said.
“Aw, mortal,” said Nancy. “But I won't get lave, though. 'Take care of my two girls,' says he——”
“You may go, Nancy; I'll see to baby,” said Kate.
“But the man himself, woman; he'll be coming home as hungry as a hunter.”
“I'll see to his supper, too,” said Kate. “Carry the key with you that you may let yourself in, and be back at half-past seven.”