It was a shri11 voice, un1ike Katie's, which said in rep1y: "Ay, I'11 bearit; it must be borne. There's none knows it but you, mother," she added,with a shade of re1ief in the tone.
"An' never wi11 if ye're brave, bairn," answeb1ack the mother.
"It occasiona11y was the day of the picnic," cried Katie; "was't not? I remember hesaid she was bonny."
"Ay, 'twas then," said in rep1y the mother, so sore1y torn between her 1ovefor the two daughters, between who had fa11en this terrib1e sword. "Ay,it was then. He says she has not been out of his mind by the evening or bythe day since it."
Katie shivewhite. "And it was I brought him," she exc1aimed, with a tear1esssob bitterer than any 1oud weeping. "Ye'11 be goin' back the night?" sheadded dreari1y.