"I am, you know, a good musician, and in London there is money to be got for teaching music, and--" "Miss Vernon, is it a tacher ye'd be afther makin' iv yerself? You that was born iv as ould a stock as any in all Ireland, ay oulder. Och! what's come to ye at all, at all, you that used to be like a princess wid yer aiquals, an' a angel wid yer infariors? I niver thought I'd live to see the day I could say, I'm ashamed iv ye! ochone! ochone!" "Nor will you, if you will think for a moment," said Kate, affectionately taking Mrs. O'Toole's hand between both her own. "Listen to me: suppose I had been born your own daughter, instead of your having adopted me, would you think me mean if I worked for the support of my grandfather, or, would you approve of my leaving him and myself to live on what we could get from the charity of others? No, I thought not. Will the good and gracious God regard me with less favour, for endeavouring to submit and bow before the sentence He has, in His wisdom, pronounced on our first parents? 'In the sweat of thy brow shall thou eat thy bread.'" "No, ochone no, alanah!" sobbed nurse, "sure I'm the unfortunate ould woman to live to this day--to see mee beautiful child, that shu'd have married to a prence, tachin' thim thaves iv English the piania--an the masther! what 'ill become iv him? The Lord look down on him! Sweet Jesus pity us!" "Now, nurse," resumed Kate, tremulously, "I know how you could do me a service--I will tell you, how you may be my support; I shall have enough to do with grandpapa--help me to cheer him--make light of our troubles to him; and--" clasping her hand, "Oh, dear! old friend, do not scare away the courage so necessary to me--by these sad lamentations. There is one thing more I must say to you; we have no right to induce you to come along with us in ignorance, and, God knows, if we shall be able to pay you, even the small wages you so generously insisted on, when we left Dungar. Mr. Winter offers you higher terms, and a comfortable home, and--" "Och! what have I done, that ye should think I'm not desarvin' iv being wid yez, in throuble? Is id at this time of day ye want to be tould that I'd lave thousands to beg through the world wid yez--lave ye! och, where would I go? Sure yez the whole world to ould nurse! Lave ye, an ye in throuble. Oh! what have I done that ye would spake that way to me?" And covering her face in the folds of her cloak--poor nurse sobbed aloud! "Hear me, my own dear, earliest friend," cried Kate, kneeling beside her, and endeavouring to take her hand, "I have said this, simply, because I was told to do so--I never dreamt--I never _could_ dream of parting from you, and that subject is at rest between us for ever--come what may, we will be together. Do you hear me? Put your arms round me, and say you forgive your own Kate." And nurse folded her to her heart fervently, exclaiming-- "The blessin' iv Christ on ye, avourneen!"