urance that it would prove a better one.

When Roseen had in some measure recovered from the shock of her
grandfather's death, her thoughts turned at once to the Clancys. One
of the family indeed had never been absent from them, and it was with
surprise and indignation that she learnt that old Peter's forgiveness
would in no manner affect Mike's actual position. The crime of which
he was accused was so serious in character that he would have to await
his trial at the approaching Sessions.

For his parents, however, something could be done, and Roseen, now
finding herself mistress of Monavoe and all who dwelt there, proceeded
to give orders right and left with an assurance which surprised those
who had formerly known her. Injunctions were issued that the Clancys'
cottage should be re-roofed and made habitable without delay, and,
meanwhile, she announced her intention of taking the old couple to
live with her at Monavoe. Many were the jokes and comments made upon
this act of hers; a few people of what had now become her own standing
in the neighbourhood offered her sage pieces of advice; some of her
former cronies laughed and inquired if she were going to set up a home
for incurables, as what between ould Judy that had no sense to speak
of, an' Pat Clancy with ne'er a sound limb in his body, and his wife,
God help her! hardly able to crawl with rheumatics, she would have her
hands full up there. Roseen thanked her advisers kindly and laughed
with the jokers, and went her own way.

One fine morning, her smart outside car drove up to the hospitable
cabin which had sheltered the Clancys, and Pat and his wife were with
some difficulty hoisted on to it. Some twenty or thirty neighbours
kindly escorted them, "to hould them on for fear they might fall, the
craturs!" With a deal of shouting and huzzahing, the little procession
halted at length at Monavoe, where Roseen's health was drunk in due
form, and then Mike's, and then Pat's, and then Mrs. Clancy's, and
then Roseen's again; and at last the escort went reluctantly
homewards, and Roseen conveyed her charges to the apartment she
destined for them. It was a comfortable room on the ground floor,
larger than the whole of the Clancys' former dwelling, which,
nevertheless, it resembled oddly in many particulars. For, lo and
behold! there in the corner stood their own venerable four-poster, and
drawn up by the hearth was Pat's particular elbow-chair; all their
possessions were th