. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . rts bothering the life out of me, till 1see her. Im gone then. * Youll speak a good word for me, Eandy, about the bit of land,hinted a cotter. Youll all speak your own words to them, boys, without anymiddle-man. My word wont be needed; their ears will be opened bytheir hearts, and their hands never be closed. Ko call for good wordswhen a just landlords to the fore. The woodcutter was far more calm, more self-possessed, when heheard they were really on their way, than he had been since Evasdeparture; but he was also more melancholy : th
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . rts bothering the life out of me, till 1see her. Im gone then. * Youll speak a good word for me, Eandy, about the bit of land,hinted a cotter. Youll all speak your own words to them, boys, without anymiddle-man. My word wont be needed; their ears will be opened bytheir hearts, and their hands never be closed. Ko call for good wordswhen a just landlords to the fore. The woodcutter was far more calm, more self-possessed, when heheard they were really on their way, than he had been since Evasdeparture; but he was also more melancholy : there were none of those A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 259 wild bursts of excitement in whicli he had formerly indulged. Kittysaid she could not bear to look at him, he was so unlike liimself. The lark had finished her song and disappeared before Handy woke ;and he might have slept longer but for Kitty, who had been sitting,dressed in her best, in the kitchen of the Dovecote ; the old cat—old,although a daughter of our ancient friend—purring at her feet. After. enjoying awhile, in silence, the luxury of coming dignity—as housekeeperat Ard-Flesk—she rose and paced slowly forth to join the woodcutter. Are you going to stay there all day. Randy, astore! she said,touching him with the black oak staff she had found, of late, a wonderfulaid in the collecting of stray chickens, and a needful support to tottering 260 MIDSUMMER EVE : footsteps. Are you going to stay till the strength of the day poursdown upon you, and every living creature in the whole town land goneup to Ard-Flesk to meet the young master and mistress? Randy rose, smiling like a child—a child that had tasted sorrow. Ill go byn-by, maybe, Kitty, thank you, kindly. Just wait to break your fast, and come, she continued; of allliving, you have the best right to the first sight of them, even beforemyself and Doctor Magrath—Ill own to it. Thank ye kindly, Kitty. Come along, tlien : Im younger than I was twenty years agone.
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