I jumped off the car in the direction of the voice, but my arms sought the empty air. However, I heard Andy's voice beside me:—
"All right! I have her. Hould up, Miss Norah; yer dada's all right, don't ye see him there, sittin' on me car. All right, sir, she's a brave girrul! she hasn't fainted."
"I am all right," she murmured, faintly; "but, father, I hope you are not hurt?"
"Only a little, my darlin', just enough for ye to nurse me a while; I daresay a few days will make me all right again. Thank ye, Andy; steady now, till I get down; I'm feelin' a wee bit stiff." Andy evidently helped him to the ground.
"Good night, Andy, and good night you too, sir, and thank you kindly for your goodness to me all this night. I hope I'll see you again." He took my hand in his uninjured one, and shook it warmly.
"Good night," I said, and "good-bye: I am sure I hope we shall meet again."
Another hand took mine as he relinquished it—a warm, strong one—and a sweet voice said, shyly:—
"Good night, sir, and thank you for your kindness to father."
I faltered "Good night," as I raised my hat; the aggravation of the darkness at such a moment was more than I could equably bear. We heard them pass up the boreen, and I climbed on the car again.
The night seemed darker than ever as we turned our
