Kathleen and
her aunt ate while they talked.
"And what occupies you, love, at all at all?" said Miss O'Flynn as she
ate her second oyster-patty. "From your description it seems to be a
sort of death in life, that town of Merrifield."
"I have to make my own diversions, aunty, and they are sprightly and
entertaining enough. Don't you remember when I told you to have all
those little hearts made for me?"
"To be sure, dear--the most extraordinary idea I ever heard in my life.
Only that I never cross you, Kathleen, I'd have written to know the
meaning of it."
"It doesn't matter about you knowing."
Here Kathleen briefly and in graphic language described the Society of
the Wild Irish Girls.
"It is the one thing that keeps me alive," she said. "However, I'm
guessing they are going to make a fuss about it in the school."
"And what will you do then, core of my heart?"
"Stick to them, of course, aunty. You don't suppose I'd begin a thing
and then drop it?"
"No; that wouldn't be at all like you, you young rebel.".
Kathleen laughed.
"I am all in a puzzle," she said, "to know where to hold the next
meeting, for there is no doubt that some of the girls who hate us
because they weren't asked to join spied last time; so I want the
society to meet the night after next in a new place."
"And I'll tell you what I've been thinking," said Aunt Katie; "that I'll
be present, and bring a sparkle of old Ireland to help the whole affair.
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