. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . Ill guide ye that far, and welcome, she looked perplexed. Id not like to be troubling an ancientlady like yourself. Youre fearful I cant walk as fast as you, maybe; but if I cant, A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 207 why, leave me behind, thats all. The little old woman trudged ontowards the city dimly visible in the distance ; and, though the wood-cutter plied his stick as a help to his speed, yet she, without any assistance,kept before him, leading him, not by the high road, but over hedges andthrough bog and morass, stopping at
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . Ill guide ye that far, and welcome, she looked perplexed. Id not like to be troubling an ancientlady like yourself. Youre fearful I cant walk as fast as you, maybe; but if I cant, A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 207 why, leave me behind, thats all. The little old woman trudged ontowards the city dimly visible in the distance ; and, though the wood-cutter plied his stick as a help to his speed, yet she, without any assistance,kept before him, leading him, not by the high road, but over hedges andthrough bog and morass, stopping at nothing—not even a park wall, whichEandy scrambled at, but could not conquer. Where are ye ? she screamed from the other side. Ill go no farther in your track, he replied ; * youre something notright! Ill go back to the high Then you wont reach Cork in time, she answered, and the ship will have sailed, for the wind is changing and the tide is fair; but take hold of this— * Shred of flax that neer was spun. There, now—youre over; but walking is weary work, she continued. 208 MlPSUl^lMEK EVE Its not much trouble to you, muttered tlie panting woodcutter. Oh, yes, it is a great deal of trouble. ^Vhen I travel, I generallymanage diflcrently. You cant go faster, Ill go bail, hinted Eandy. ** But my horses can, and my uill can. Oh, never a doubt have I of the will, maam, whatever I might haveof the horses. By all accouuts a womans will would beat the KeiTycoach with four. The Kerry coach, she repeated, contemptuously; why, look at itthere, crawling like a snail on a sunny wall 1 while we—keep the line offlax in your hand, and sec how we go ! Then Kandy knew how it was, but thought it more prudent to ask nomore questions; he had even an idea of making an apology, touching hiswant of faith ; but he could not
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