When, at last, she fell asleep for the night, two of the happy family stood out most clearly in her memory. One was Connemara, who had slipped her motherly arm around the little girl's tired shoulders to draw her away from the hubbub and put her to bed. The other was Columba, who followed her to the foot of the stairs to say, "I'll tell you to-morrow why they call me 'the gentle dove.' It's because I have such an awful temper. And up at St. Kieran's College they call Deena 'Save-a-Shilling Malone,' because he advertises in the _Weekly Budget_ that the students can save a shilling on their books if they buy them of him," he added, shouting the last words as Connemara led Kathleen down the long hall to her own little bedroom. As she lay in her bed, thinking over all the happy events of the day, she heard the thirteen-year-old twins, Hannah and Anna, shouting with laughter over a joke of Deena's. Then the two older twins began a duet on the piano, and just as she was trying to think of the tune they were playing she shut her eyes and was lost in the land of Nod. In the meantime good Uncle Tom Malone had taken Danny into his library to talk with the lad about his plans. It was a simple story that Danny had to tell. He was going at once to Queenstown to take the steamer there for America. "Do you know any one over there?" asked his uncle, looking at him with shrewd eyes. "No," replied Danny, "but I know how to work, and that's something." "What did Patrick say to it?" asked Uncle Tom. "He said he had no fear but that I would do well," said Danny modestly, "but he wanted me to stay in Ireland. He said I could do well here, too." "Did he want you to stay with him on the farm?" "Yes, but I'm thinking I can do better in some other line than farming," said Danny. "I'd like to get into a shop and work my way up." "If you are in no hurry to go to America you might stay and have a try at working for me," suggested his uncle. "I have a linen shop here in Kilkenny. Next year, if you do well, I'll send you and Tara to one of the great linen mills in Belfast to learn the business." "I'd like nothing better," replied Danny heartily, "and I'll do my best to make the most of the chance." "There's as good a place for you here as you will find in America," said his uncle, "and we can't afford to let all our lads leave their own country." So the next day found Danny in the linen shop with Tara, while Kathleen, at home with her cousins, was learning to know and love them all. But it was to pretty Fiona, "Princess Feena" the children called her, with the curly hair, brown eyes, and fluttering ribbons, that Kathleen took the greatest fancy, and she followed her about everywhere, just to watch the gleams of sunshine shake out from the rippling waves that crowned her cousin's head.