She stepped out into the light where I could get a good view of her. She had on a dark green woolen blouse trimmed with brass buttons, dark green tweed knee breeches, black stockings and high heavy boots. As she stood she was a good advertisement for a small arms factory. Around her waist was a cartridge belt, suspended from it on one side was a small automatic pistol, and on the other a convertible Mauser pistol-rifle. Hanging from one shoulder was a bandolier containing the cartridges for the Mauser, and from the other was a haversack of brown canvas and leather which she had bought from a man, who had got it from a soldier, who in turn had brought it {39} back from the front; originally it had belonged to a German soldier. I admired her whole outfit immensely. She was a fine military figure. "You look like a real soldier, Madame," I said, and she was as pleased as if she had received the greatest compliment. "What is your uniform like?" she asked. "Somewhat similar," I answered. "Only I have puttees and my boots have plenty of nails in the soles. I intend wearing my scout blouse and hat." "This will be my hat," she said and showed me a black velour hat with a heavy trimming of coque feathers. When she put it on she looked like a Field Marshal; it was her best hat. "What arms have you?" she then asked. "A .32 revolver and a Howth rifle." "Have you ammunition for them?" "Some. Perhaps enough." I then turned to the scout who was to carry my father's rifle and bandolier to Liberty Hall, and said, "We'd better go now." Saying "Slán libh" ("Health with ye") we left the room. On our way to the door we heard a heavy rap at it. I ran forward and opened {40} it. Judge of my surprise to see two detectives standing outside. "What do you want?" I asked. "The Countess de Markievicz." "Wait," I said and closed the door. Running back to the room I said, "Madame, there are two detectives at the door. They say they want you." All the boys looked to their revolvers, and the boy who had my father's rifle said, "I hope I'll be able to get these down to Mr. Connolly." Madame went into the hall and lit a small glimmer of light. The boys remained in the darkened background, and I opened the door. The detectives came just inside of the door. "What do you want with me?" asked Madame. "We have an order to serve on you, Madame," said one of them. "What is it about?" asked Madame. "It is an order under one of the regulations of the Defense of the Realm Act, prohibiting you from entering that part of Ireland called Kerry." "Well," said Madame. "Is that to prevent me from addressing the meeting to-morrow night in Tralee?" Madame was advertised to {41} at a meeting to organize a company of boy scouts the following day in the town of Tralee, County Kerry. "I don't know, Madame," he answered. "What will happen to me if I refuse to obey that order and go down to Kerry to-morrow?" asked Madame. "Will I be shot?"