herself."

"I wouldn't, for all the world thin, go to live at Dunmore House," said
Anty.

"And you are determined to stay in this inn here?"

"In course she is--that's till she's a snug house of her own," said the
widow.

"Ah, mother!" said Martin, "what for will you be talking?"

"And you're determined," repeated Daly, "to stay here?"

"I am," faltered Anty.

"Then I have nothing further to do than to hand you this, Mrs
Kelly"--and he offered the notice to the widow, but she refused to
touch it, and he consequently put it down on the table. "But it is my
duty to tell you, Miss Lynch, that the gentry of this counthry, before
whom you will have to appear, will express very great indignation at
your conduct in persevering in placing poor people like the Kellys in
so dreadful a predicament, by your wilful and disgraceful obstinacy."

Poor Anty burst into tears. She had been for some time past trying to
restrain herself, but Daly's last speech, and the horrible idea of the
gentry of the country browbeating and frowning at her, completely upset
her, and she hid her face on the arm of the sofa, and sobbed aloud.

"Poor people like the Kellys!" shouted the widow, now for the first