“Not a word. I'm going back to bed. See, there's the sun coming up over the mountains.”
“Only a touch of red on the tip of ould Cronky's nose. Listen! Just to keep them dandy-divils from plaguing you, I'll tell Phil to have an eye on you while I'm away.”
“Mr. Christian?”
“Call him Philip, Kate. He's as free as free. No pride at all. Let him take care of you till I come back.”
“I'm shutting the window, Pete!”
“Wait! Something else. Bend down so the ould man won't hear.”
“I can't reach—what is it?”
“Your hand, then; I'll tell it to your hand.”
She hesitated a moment, and then dropped her hand over the window-sill, and he clutched at it and kissed it, and pushed back the white sleeve and ran up the arm with his lips as far as he could climb.
“Another, my girl; take your time, one more—half a one, then.”