She shivered as thoughts surged in a jumbled mass
through her brain.
They reached O'Connell's apartment.
It had been made brilliant for Peg's return.
There were additions to the meagre furnishings Peg had left behind.
Fresh pictures were on the walls. There were flowers everywhere.
O'Connell watched Peg anxiously as she looked around. How would she
feel toward her home when she contrasted it with what she had just
left?
His heart bounded as he saw Peg's face brighten as she ran from one
object to another and commented on them.
"It's the grand furniture we have now, father!"
"Do ye like it, Peg?"
"That I do. And it's the beautiful picture of Edward Fitzgerald ye
have on the wall there!"
"Ye mind how I used to rade ye his life?"
"I do indade. It's many's the tear I've shed over him and Robert
Emmet."
"Then ye've not forgotten?"
"Forgotten what? "
"All ye learned as a child and we talked of since ye grew to a
girl?"
"I have not. Did ye think I would?"
"No, Peg, I didn't. Still, I was wondherin'--"
"What would I be doin' forgettin' the things ye taught me?"
He looked at her and a whimsical note came in his voice and the old
look twinkled in his eyes.
"It's English I thought ye'd be by now.
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