They took their places in the jaunting-car once more, and started on their homeward way. As they drove along, they passed the grand home of a rich Englishman. A long and fine driveway led up to it from the road. It was almost hidden in a lovely grove. Just as they drew near, a party of horsemen passed them and turned into the driveway, blowing their horns. They had been out hunting and were now returning. "Arrah! they have a jolly life," said Mollie's mother. "Hunting and fishing and feasting. That is the way they pass their days. But, glory be to God, I have my husband and childer and our little farm, and I am content." She might have said, also: "I live in the most beautiful part of beautiful Ireland. I can look to my heart's content at the lovely hills and lakes, the fields filled with flowers, and the cascades rippling down the mountainsides." Yes, let glory be to God that the poor can enjoy these blessings, and it costs them nothing. CHAPTER VI. HALLOWE'EN "IT'S jumping wid joy I am," said Norah. It was the eve of the first day of November, and the little girl was putting on a new dress. Her father had been to the pig fair at Killarney. He had sold his pigs for a good price, and had brought home enough blue cloth to make gowns for both Norah and Katie. But what is a pig fair? perhaps you are wondering. It is like any other fair in the old countries, except that little else is sold besides pigs. Pigs! pigs! pigs! Big pigs and little pigs. Pigs rolling in fat and weighing a good three hundred pounds. Little baby pigs, pink and white, and too young to leave their mothers. Streets full of men and pigs. Everybody talking, and many of them laughing and telling each other funny stories. And all along the sides of the roads were horses and donkeys fastened to queer-looking wagons, in which the pigs had been brought to market. Oh, a pig fair is a jolly sight, as Norah's brother would tell you. The two blue dresses were made in a hurry by the mother, and now the whole family were going to a party at Mollie's house. It was to celebrate Hallowe'en. Patsy had to go, too, for there was no one to leave him with at home. There was no baby-carriage for him. But that did not matter. He could go on his mother's broad back, after she had wrapped a big shawl over her shoulders. The father led the procession. He felt very grand in a coat with long tails and a tall hat. Of course, Norah and Katie felt fine in their new gowns. They walked behind their mother, looking from time to time at her new red petticoat, and then at their own dresses. It seemed a longer walk than usual, because they were so anxious to get there and join in the sport. "Hear the piper, hear the piper!" shouted Katie, as they at last drew near the farmhouse. And her little bare feet began to dance along the path. A minute more, and the house door opened wide, and the visitors were made welcome.