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Title: The Weans at Rowallan

Author: Kathleen Fitzpatrick

Illustrator: A. Guy Smith

Release Date: February 22, 2010 [EBook #31362]

Language: English

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Produced by Al Haines

[Frontispiece: "I'm comin' home from a feeneral," Honeybird called out
cheerfully.]

THE WEANS AT ROWALLAN

BY

KATHLEEN FITZPATRICK

WITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS BY A. GUY SMITH

METHUEN & CO.

36 ESSEX STREET W.C.

LONDON

_First Published in 1905_

_Second Edition 1905_

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. WHY MRS M'REA RETURNED TO THE FAITH OF HER FATHERS
II. UNDER THE SHADOW OF THE MOUNTAINS
III. JANE'S CONVERSION
IV. A DAY OF GROWTH
V. THE CHILD SAMUEL
VI. THE BEST FINDER
VII. A STOCKING FULL OF GOLD
VIII. THE BANTAM HEN
IX. THE DORCAS SOCIETY
X. THE CRUEL HARM
XI. A CHIEF MOURNER
XII. A SAFEGUARD FOR HAPPINESS
XIII. JIMMIE BURKE'S WEDDING
XIV. JANE AT MISS COURTNEY'S SCHOOL
XV. AN ENGLISH AUNT

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"I'M COMIN' HOME FROM A FEENERAL," HONEYBIRD CALLED OUT
CHEERFULLY . . . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

WHEN FLY LOOKED IN UNDER THE WHIN THERE WAS HONEYBIRD FAST ASLEEP

"MICHAEL DARRAGH! IS THAT WHO YE ARE? MOTHER A' GOD! AN' YER
FATHER'S GUN IN HIS HAN'"

"WHIST, SAMMY; BE QUIET, MAN, TILL SHE COMES," SAID MICK

THE WEANS AT ROWALLAN

CHAPTER I

WHY MRS M'REA RETURNED TO THE FAITH OF HER FATHERS

One soaking wet day in September Patsy was sitting by the kitchen fire
eating bread and sugar for want of better amusement when he was cheered
by the sight of a tall figure in a green plaid shawl hurrying past the
window in the driving rain. He got up from his creepie stool to go for
the other children, who were playing in the schoolroom, when Lull,
sprinkling clothes at the table, exclaimed:

"Bad luck to it, here's that ould runner again."

Patsy quietly moved his stool back into the shadow of the chimney
corner. In that mood Lull, if