think it is original and attractive?" said Norah. "There
are so many hotels called Hotel Hohenzollern'--or 'The German Emperor'
and so I thought we would have a change."

"It is a splendid idea," said Karl, who was over head and ears in love
with Norah by this time and thought that everything she did and said,
was perfect. Still, like a prudent German, he wondered to himself if she
would make a good housewife. He knew she must be good at cleaning or
the dwarfs would hardly have employed her, but her dainty little hands
did not look like cooking.

"What would it matter, if the dinner were burnt sometimes," he thought,
"if I could have such a pretty, fascinating little girl to marry me?"

"Will you come in and have some breakfast?" said Norah as they
approached Hotel Fancy.

"Rather," he said, "I must own that I am famished. I only had a dry bit
of bread and cheese for supper, and that is a long while ago."

It was early still, Norah's father was not yet up; so she set to work
and lit the fire, and soon had the water boiling for coffee. She set a
fine breakfast before him, ham and eggs and sausage and rolls. I am
bound in strict veracity to say that love did not prevent his consuming
a large amount. He changed his mind about her cooking, and thought that
she could do everything well and was a model of perfection.

"Do have some, too, yourself," he said, and Norah soon joined him with a
hearty appetite.

Mr O'Brian, for that was the name of Norah's father, was astonished to
find them at breakfast when he entered the comfortably furnished
parlour.

"An early guest, father," said Norah. "He is going to put up here for
the present; he is an engineer at work on the tunnel; good thing for
us"; she whispered the last sentence. "I will see about getting your
room ready," she said, turning to Karl.

"Please do not trouble," said he. "I'm due at the tunnel again at 7 a.m.
and it is 6 o'clock now. I hope to return to-night about 8 o'clock; then
I shall be glad of a room," he said, with a hardly suppressed yawn.
"Pray excuse me, I had rather a bad night," he added with a twinkle in
his eyes that only Norah perceived.

As soon as he was gone, Norah handed some gold pieces to her father.

"And do you think that I am doing right in taking this money from you,
Norah?" he asked.

"Why of course father! I'm telling you that it's fairy gold, and will
bring us luck," she replied.

The Irish have a great respect for luck and