"I thought so," responded the Young Doctor. "Now, how many times do you
think you've told that story before, Patsy?"
"About a hundred, I should think; or no--I should think about two hundred
times," answered Patsy shamelessly.
"I thought so," said the Young Doctor, but before turning to go into the
house, he leaned and whispered in his ear: "Patsy, you're the most
beautiful liar that ever come out of Ireland."
"Aw, Doctor dear!" said Patsy softly.
They all moved towards the house, save Louise. "Please, I want to stay
behind a minute or two," she said, as she held out a hand to the Young
Doctor. "Don't wait for me. I want to be alone a little while." Once
more the Young Doctor felt the trembling appeal of her palm as on the
first day they met, and he gripped her hand warmly.
"It will all come right. Good-night, my dear," he said cheerfully.
"Have a good sleep on it."
Louise remained in the garden alone, the moon shining on her face lifted
to the sky. For a moment she stood so, wrapped in the peace of the
night, but her body was almost panting from the thrill of the legend
which Patsy Kernaghan had told.
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