So the deed, which Margot did not in the least understand, was brought in by a very old man, who was a solicitor from the city of Cork; and a great many names were put in certain places, and the old Desmond signed his name, and Fergus Desmond his name, and the little Margot was requested to write certain words in her clear, childish writing: "I accept this picture as a most sacred gift whenever my grandfather, The Desmond, goes up to God." But the signing of this paper, coming on top of everything else, was almost too much for the sensitive child. She had to rush from the room to keep back her tears, for a Desmond, a proper Desmond, _must_ not cry. "I tell you what, father," said Fergus, "I have been thinking that as I, _too_, shall never marry--for I don't care for the colleens round this part--and so, in this case, I shall eventually leave Desmondstown to the little pushkeen, she might take back the name of Desmond, and if she marries, as marry she will some day, her husband must take the name with the property. Somehow, since she came to us everything has prospered in the most wonderful way, and I'm paying off the mortgages, and Desmondstown will be clear of all debt long before you die, father. What do you think of the little dear taking back the old name?" "I say goroosh! I say hurrah! I say hip, hip, hurrah! I say Erin-go-bragh! I say the Desmonds forever; and beyond and above all other things, I say God bless the little Desmond, the future owner of the Romney. God bless and keep her forever!" "Granddad, _what_ a noise you are making," said Margot, coming in at that moment, having got over her tears. "It was about you, my pushkeen. It's all settled and you are to be a Desmond forever and forever and forever!" Little Margot did not understand, but she was happy beyond words; and what _could_ it matter about understanding when you are happy--too happy even to speak? THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Girl of High Adventure, by L. T. Meade