78 DOGGED JACK.

 "0 Sally, Sally can you ever forgive me ?" asked
the boy in a broken voice, the tears running down
his cheeks.
 "Sure, an' dear heart, there's nothing' to forgive,"
answered Sally, taking his hand in her thin one, and
stroking it with her other. Isn't it myself that's
fond of a bit of fun? Troth and it's ashamed of
myself entirely I am, to have been so mane as to
let on I was frightened, Master Jack !" said the
good-natured girl, a twinkle of irrepressible humour
coming into her eyes as she spoke.
 "Come now, that's enough," said practical English
nurse, blowing her nose, however, with unnecessary
vehemence as she spoke. And taking Jack good-
humouredly by the shoulder, she marched him with
scant ceremony out of the room.