She talked to them a long time about Christ and the apostles, but was finally interrupted by an elderly woman with a stick, who, taking her to be some adventurous hunter for converts, drove the children away, despite their explanation that here was the great Queen of Heaven come to walk upon the mountain and be kind to them. When the children had gone she went on her way, and had walked about half-a-mile, when the child who was called ‘a divil’ jumped down from the high ditch by the lane, and said she would believe her ‘an ordinary lady’ if she had ‘two skirts,’ for ‘ladies always had two skirts.’ The ‘two skirts’ were shown, and the child went away crestfallen, but a few minutes later jumped down again from the ditch, and cried angrily, ‘Dad’s a divil, mum’s a divil, and I’m a divil, and you are only an ordinary lady,’ and having flung a handful of mud and pebbles ran away sobbing. When my pretty Protestant had come to her own home she found that she had dropped the tassels of her parasol. A year later she was by chance upon the mountain, but wearing now a plain black dress, and met the child who had first called her the Virgin out o’ the picture, and saw the tassels hanging about the child’s neck, and said, ‘I am the lady you met last year, who told you about Christ.’ ‘No, you are not! no, you are not! no, you are not!’ was the passionate reply. And after all, it was not my pretty Protestant, but Mary, Star of the Sea, still walking in sadness and in beauty upon many a mountain and by many a shore, who cast those tassels at the feet of the child. It is indeed fitting that men pray to her who is the mother of peace, the mother of dreams, and the mother of purity, to leave them yet a little hour to do good and evil in, and to watch old Time telling the rosary of the stars. THE GOLDEN AGE