"To be sure," said Margot. "Dear, kind Cook Hannah helped me. She brought an old leather trunk down to my room and it is chock full--chock full, Jacko. I'm taking presents to my three aunts, Norah, Bridget and Eileen, and to my uncles, Fergus and Bruce and Malachi. I'd like well, Jacko, that you gave me money to buy a new pipe for The Desmond and something for madam as well. I don't know what great Irish ladies like. Do you think a big box of candy would suit her when she can't sleep o' nights?" "I would not buy any more presents if I were you, my pet," said Uncle Jack. "Now, see here, I have managed everything. It is very wicked of me, but I'm doing it." "It is nice to be wicked sometimes," said Margot, with untold fun flashing in her beautiful eyes. "No, no, little one, it is wrong to be wicked, and I am deceiving the best of women; I feel it terribly on my conscience." "Who is the best of women, Jacko, darling?" inquired little Margot. "There now, then, I'll tell you if you'll listen to me. It's that aunt of yours, Priscilla Mansfield." "Oh!" exclaimed Margot. "Jacko, your conscience is too tender. It wants some kisses. Three kisses on each cheek--three kisses on your forehead and three on your lips. Now you are better, are you not?" "Yes, I'm better," replied Uncle Jack, "but remember, Margot, _asthore_, that you have got to obey me to the very letter." "Course," replied Margot. "I couldn't do anything else." "Well then, you listen. You stay at Desmondstown in the county of Kerry for one week and no longer, and during that time you're on no account to speak against your aunt to the Desmonds. This is Friday. You will get to Desmondstown to-morrow. To-morrow week I'll be waiting on the pier to get you off the steamer." "Yes, uncle, I'll do everything." "Well, child, I have ordered a cab to fetch us to the railway station at 11 o'clock. What's more, I have written to The Desmond to tell him to look out for you. I haven't sold many of your things, my child, but I've got the price of your return ticket all the way to Desmondstown and five shillings over, in case you should want some trifles on the journey. Only remember that you must not waste your precious money. 'Waste not, want not'--that's an excellent proverb, Margot." "Oh, Jacko, you are getting so like Aunt Priscilla. Don't--don't say any more." "I won't, my colleen, but see! have you got a pocket in your little skirt?" "Yes, to be sure, and I sewed up the hole yesterday when Auntie Priscilla wasn't looking." "Let me feel that it is all nice and tight," said the Rector. He put in his big hand, pronounced the pocket safe enough, and then inserted a tiny purse which he had bought for Margot and into which he put five shillings. "Here's your purse, Margot child, and here's your money, and when I buy your ticket you must be sure to keep the return half safe in your purse or you'll never come back to your own poor Jacko again."