l she clung to Michael's arm, and when
the train went around a curve she crossed herself and told her beads as
fast as she could.

The Twins were not frightened. They were busy seeing things. And
besides, Larry had Grannie's piece of coal in his pocket. From the
window they caught glimpses of distant blue hills, and of lakes still
more blue. They passed by many a brown bog, and many a green field with
farmers and farmers' wives working in them. The hillsides were blue
with blossoming flax, and once they passed a field all spread with white
linen bleaching in the sun.

They flew by little towns with queer names, like Ballygrady and
Ballylough, and once when they were quite near Cork they saw the towers
of Blarney Castle.

At last the train rattled into a great station. There was so much noise
from puffing engines and rumbling trucks and shouting men, that the
Twins could only take hold of their Mother's hands and keep close behind
their Father as he followed Michael, with Grannie clinging to him, to
another train. Then there were more flying fields, and a city and more
fields still, until they reached Queenstown.

The next thing they knew they were walking across a gangplank and on to
a boat. The Twins had never seen anything larger than a rowboat before,
and this one looked very big to them, though it was only a lighter.
This lighter was to carry luggage and passengers from the dock to the
great steamer lying outside the harbour in the deep water of the main
channel.

When they were all safely on board the lighter, and Michael had counted
their bundles to be sure they had not lost anything, the Twins and their
Father and Mother, with Michael and Grannie, stood by the deck rail and
looked back at the dock. It was crowded with people running to and fro.
There were groups of other emigrants like themselves, surrounded by
great piles of luggage--waiting for the next lighter, for one boat would
not carry all who wanted to go.

There were many good-byes being said and many tears falling, and in the
midst of all the noise and confusion the sailors were loading tons of
barrels and bags and boxes and trunks on board the ship.

There was no friend to see them off, but when they saw people crying all
about them, the Twins cried a little, too, for sympathy, and even Mr
McQueen's eyes were red along the rims.

At last the gangplanks were drawn in, and the cables thrown off. The
screws began to churn the green wat