'Pathrick.'
'Ay.'
'It's my turn to confess to Father Brady come Sunday.'
For another five minutes there was a silence, then the man said
shamefacedly,--
'Norah.'
'Ay.'
'There's no call to say nothin' to the praste about yon. I'll tell
him to call us for the first time in chapel on Sunday. Come an' giv
us a kiss, darlin', an' make frinds agin. Troth it's all wan, whin
we jine to be married so soon.'