I was doing the best for my child.
He'll be guided by no one's advice but his own."
"That's true," replied his wife, "you did. But here's Barney Casey, from
the big house, comin' to warn the tenantry to a bonfire that's to be
made to-night in Rathfillan, out of rejoicin' for the misthress's son
that's come home to them."
Here Barney once more repeated the message, with which the reader is
already acquainted.
"You are all to come," he proceeded, "ould and young; and to bring every
one a backload of sticks and brusna to help to make the bonfire."
"Is this message from the masther or misthress, Barney?" asked Davoren.
"O, straight from himself," he replied. "I have it from his own lips.
Troth he's ready to leap out of his skin wid delight."
"Bekaise," added Davoren, "if it came from the misthress, the sorrow
foot either I or any one of my family would set near her; but from
himself, that's a horse of another color. Tell him, Barney, we'll be
there, and bring what we can to help the bonfire."
Until this moment the young fellow at the fire never uttered a syllable,
nor seemed in the slightest degree conscious that there was any
person in the house but himself.
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