"
Katy stood thinking intently, then she lifted her eyes to
Linda's.
"Lambie," she whispered softly, "are we ixpicted to go into
mourning over this?"
A mischievous light leaped into Linda's eyes.
"Well, if there are any such expectations abroad, Katherine
O'Donovan," she said soberly, "the saints preserve 'em, for we
can't fulfill 'em, can we, Katy?"
"Not to be savin' our souls," answered Katy heartily. "I'm jist
so glad and thankful that I don't know what to do, and it's such
good news that I don't belave one word of it. And while you're
talkie', what about John Gilman?"
"I think," said Linda quietly, "that tonight is going to teach
him how Marian felt in her blackest hours."
"Well, he needn't be coming to me for sympathy," said Katy. "But
if Miss Eileen has gone to live with the folks that come after
her the day, ye might be savin' a wee crap o' sympathy for her,
lambie. They was jist the kind of people that you'd risk your
neck slidin' down a mountain to get out of their way."
"That is too bad," said Linda reflectively; "because Eileen is
sensitive and constant contact with crass vulgarity certainly
would wear on her nerves."
"Now you be goin' and gettin' into that dress, lambie," said
Katy.
"Katherine O'Donovan," said Linda, "you're used to it; come again
to confession. Tell me truly where and how did you get that
dress?"
"'Tain't no rule of polite society to be lookin' gift horses in
the mouth," said Katy proudly.
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