"Och! where are ye goin' to stop bee yerself, Miss Kate? What mischief's brewin' at all? An' what would the masther say if he could look down on us to see me goin' off in pace and plinty, and you wandherin' through the world alone? Sure, I'd see his sperrit, it couldn't rest in Heaven itself, if you wasn't rightly attended to." "God forbid he should feel distress about me," sighed Kate. "He is at last free from sin and sorrow--that is my great consolation! But my plans are very simple. After being with Mrs. Storey for a while, I shall probably go to some other friends, and move about; so you see you could not exactly come with me. Then, when Mr. and Mrs. Winter return, which, I trust, they will do before October, they know and value you, and will gladly let me have you; or, probably, before I go to stay with them, I may join my cousin; in either event, we shall be together; and so far as a weak mortal can purpose, I resolve to separate from you no more. Can you consent to this?" Nurse, resting her elbows on her knees, and covering her face in her hands, rocked herself in silence for a few moments, then with a deep sigh, almost a groan, said-- "I see it's no use talkin', I must go from you--and I'll nivir hear the thruth if what's goin' on! Och, I little thought I'd iver be parted from mee own child--the core iv mee heart ye wor--ye nivir slept a night from ondher the same roof wid me but wan, and that was the time ye met the Captin, and I'll nivir believe but that'll turn out luck yet! so I'll do yer biddin', agra! and sure the masther 'ill see it's only yez own word would part us; an' look here, avourneen, I'll always keep the price if mee journey by me, and the wind iv a word will bring me to ye any day--remimber that!" "I will remember, nurse. Ah! dearest, kindest, hold me to your heart--close--there is none other beats so truly for your Kate--none loves her so well, now grandpapa is gone." "Faith, there is'nt wan thruer to ye on airth, than mine, as sure as yer lyin' on it. There was wan more loved ye well, besides the masther and me--if iver man loved mortial, the Captin loved the sight iv ye--an' well he might, many's the time I watched his face brighten up when he heard yer voice, an' wancest I seen him take the glove ye dropped an' kiss it, as I would the cross! and mark my words--ye'll see him yet--och, sure there's some brightness fur us ondher all this sorra! an' don't sob that away, jewil--if you don't come to me, faith I'll come to you."