As the little Winnie peeped out from behind the screen, when they had
all retired, and saw Biddy counting her beads, with her eye still fixed
upon the spot where she had last seen the smiling Patrick, she laughed
outright, in spite of the crevices in the roof overhead, and she laid
her down and looked up at the stars which came twinkling in upon her,
'till those great black eyes gradually diminished in size, and her
little brain was busily engaged among the familiar scenes of the home
which she had left so far away.
Cautiously did Biddy, with the first dawn of day, advance toward where
she had dreamed her poor "Pathrick" was in close contact with the
veritable bastes, and the family was awakened from their slumbers by her
loud tones, lamenting that "niver a vistage of Pathrick, the cats, or
the ante-room was left," for on looking out, the only object which met
her gaze was the sun, which was just coming up in the east.
"What's the time, Biddy?" asked Mrs. Santon.
"And it's jist about three hours afther sunrise, mem."
"I think you must be mistaken, Biddy; we cannot surely have been
sleeping so long after our usual time for rising.
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