of her foot, she returned to her butter.

"Come, come!" said Peter, knitting his brows. "Come, come, come!" he
repeated, in warning tones; "this won't do, miss."

Roseen tossed her head, and gave her roll of butter two or three
little pats.

"If I bid you take Mr. Quinn, you'll have to take him," said Peter
angrily.

"I won't, then," retorted Roseen, and she finished off one little roll
and fell to preparing another.

"You owe everything in this wide world to me, I would have you
remember," cried Peter, stammering in his wrath; "if I was to turn you
out o' doors this minute, ye wouldn't have a place to go to."

"I would soon find a place," said Roseen. "I told ye that before I
come here."

Peter, finding the threat of no avail, changed his tactics, and
assumed a wheedling tone.

"Listen, Roseen, like a good sensible girl. Sure, ye know very well
it's me that holds the place of father an' mother to you now, an' it's
my duty to see you are settled an' provided for. Well, now, ye might
sarch the world over an' not find such a good man as Mr. Quinn, an' a
real gentleman, too, mind you. Sure, it's jumping with joy you ought
to be. An' lookit here, Roseen, you are all the descendants I have,
an' if you do as I bid you, I'll make me will after ye are married to
Mr. Quinn, an' leave the two 'o you this place an' everything in the
wide world that I have. There now!"

This tempting prospect was too much for Roseen. She whisked round
again so rapidly that she overturned a pan of cream; her cheeks were
flaming, her eyes flashing with anger.

"I'll be thankin' ye not to talk to me that way, grandfather," she
cried. "I declare it's enough to vex a saint! I won't have Mr. Quinn,
an' wouldn't if he gave me a carpet of gould to walk upon. That's me
answer, an' he needn't be waitin' for me, for I won't have him."

Peter Rorke shook his head sorrowfully.

"Ye'll be bringin' me white hairs with sorrow to the grave, the same
as your father," he remarked, oblivious of the fact that the poor
fellow in question had only succeeded in laying low his own curly
black ones. "I declare me heart's broke. Ye had a right to have a bit
more consideration for me, Roseen, after all I done for ye. Did I ever
give ye a cross word, now, since you come here?"

Roseen opened her eyes a little blankly, stricken with sudden remorse.
It was true her grandfather had ever treated her kindly since she had
come to Monavoe, and indeed, after a certai