She turned her face away rather sadly, and sat with her chin on the palm of her hand, blinking into the fire.
“What about the boys?” she said, not looking up.
“They’re rightly,” said my father shortly.
She gave a short, grating laugh, and was about to speak again, when there fell a footstep outside, and his honour looked in.
He had come to see father, who was to sail again to-morrow, and was fairly taken aback to see what company we had.
Biddy rose and courtesied.
“The top of the morning to your honour,” said she. “Faith, I’m proud to see you looking so well.”
“What brought you here, Biddy?” said his honour.
“’Deed, I had a longing to see my friends and the ould country, that’s why.”
His honour looked round the cabin. Tim lay asleep curled up in the corner, and I, wide-awake, sat up and listened to all they said.