“Aw, witched enough. Kate——”
“Poor fellow!” sighed Kate. “Did she strike you unknown and sudden?”
“Unknown it was, Kirry, and sudden, too. Listen, though——”
“Aw dear, aw dear! Was it old Mrs. Cowley of the Curragh? Did she turn into a hare? Is it bitten you've been, Pete?”
“Aw, yes, bitten enough. But, Kate——”
“Then it was a dog, it's like. Is it flying from the water you are, Pete?”
“No, but flying to the water, woman. Kate, I say——”
“Is it burning they're doing for it?”
“Burning and freezing both. Will you hear me, though? I'm going away—hundreds and thousands of miles away.”
Then from the window came a tone of great awe, uttered with face turned upward as if to the last remaining star.