An' ye cried in me arms an' wuddent kiss yer old Matt good-by.

But ye did in the ind," he exclaimed, triumphantly, "whin ye saw I was goin' to lave ye for sure.

What a wee thing ye were!" "I was only eight." "An' 'tis twelve year agone.

Twelve year I've spint on the Inside, with niver a trip out.

Ye must be twinty now ?" "And almost as big as you," Frona affirmed.
"A likely woman ye've grown into, tall, an' shapely, an' all that." He looked her over critically.