her eyes now for another reason, and then
sighed again, but presently took herself to task.

"Sure, I've no call at all to be frettin'; I have a right to know
better, so I have. Me poor dada is gone where he's out of his
throubles, please God; an' amn't I too well off myself here in this
grand place, with me a'nt an' everywan so kind to me? Ye ought to be
ashamed o' yourself, Elleney, to go cryin' an' frettin' when it's down
on your knees ye should be, thankin' God. Hurry up now, an' on with
your clothes an' get the breakfast! Sunday mornin' an' all, an' the
girls down an' workin' about, I'll engage."

These remonstrances, which were made aloud with exceptional severity
of aspect, but in the sweetest, softest little voice in the world,
appeared to have the desired effect. The eyes were dried, the sobs
checked, and soon Elleney emerged from her garret, and came clattering
down the corkscrew stairs in her unyielding little best boots, clad
all in her Sunday finery, every sunshiny hair in its place, and her
blooming face a vision of wonder and delight to any chance beholder.

One such beholder encountered her in the narrow passage downstairs,
and respectfully flattened himself against the wall to let her pass.

"It's a fine mornin', Miss Elleney," said the young man.

Elleney started, stared, and then broke into a laugh.

"It's you, is it, Pat Rooney? I didn't know ye, ye're so grand this
mornin'. You do be generally all over flour--I never see you without
lookin' out for flour."

"An' I never see you, Miss Elleney," responded Pat Rooney gallantly,
"without bein' put in mind of another kind o' flower. Sure, you look
the very same as a rose to-day."

"Not at all," laughed Elleney, blushing, but quite frank and
unconcerned; "I wouldn't ask to be thought aiqual to anything so grand
as that. A daisy maybe, or--"

"Elleney!" called a shrill voice from some distant region. "_Elleney!_
We are all famished entirely. Girl alive, do ye forget it's your week
for the breakfast? I never heard the like! We've been waitin' this
half-hour."

"Laws," ejaculated Elleney under her breath, and with a
conscience-stricken face. "I didn't forget; but sure I didn't know
what o'clock it was, an' there's the eggs to boil an' all. Me cousin
Juliana 'ull be murderin' me. I'm just bringin' it, Ju," she called
back apprehensively. "And goodness only knows if the kettle 'ull be
boilin', itself," she added in a distracted undertone, "an' I'm