There was still another curious bond between the three--which in most
cases would have been the very reverse of a bond, and pretty certainly
would have dissolved the friendship. They were all in love with the same
girl. A charming girl she was, but of her, more shall be told hereafter.
Perhaps the hopelessness of their admiration for her helped to keep the
peace, for they were far too poor to aspire to her, as she was a damsel
with a dowry of gold and silver, as well as of sweet looks and sweet
character. So the three used to sit together and sing her praises with
no bitterness or jealousy.
The cottages stood at some distance apart, half or a quarter of a mile
or so between them. So that in busy seasons, such as hay-making or
harvesting, our friends sometimes saw very little of each other for days
at a time, as they were not labourers on the same farm. But the long
dull winter evenings they made a point of spending together, taking
their cottages in turns as a meeting-place, for as to comfort, the three
dwellings were much of a muchness, though Mike's somehow always looked
the nicest, as in summer he adorned it with his flowers, and even in
winter managed to tie up bunches of pretty leaves and bright-coloured
berries to give his kitchen a cheerful air.
And besides these friendly evenings, the three young men always met on
Sundays, and that all the year round. For on that day they had a
standing invitation to dine with the old uncle, who was, as I forgot to
say, also godfather to all three.
This personage was in some ways very peculiar and indeed rather
mysterious. Strange stories were whispered concerning him through the
country-side. Some said that he was a wizard; nearly all agreed that, at
best, he had dealings with "the good people." But though to a certain
extent he was feared, he was not disliked, as on more than one occasion
he was known to have shown great kindness to families in distress,
though how he came to hear so quickly of other folks' troubles remained
a mystery, as he lived at a considerable distance from any other
dwelling, and was too infirm ever to leave his own cottage.
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