fought back the sob that rose to her throat； so slim； so flawless； so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of。 She had loved him better than he knew。 Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears。 Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see。
O； responded Gerty； quick as lightning； laughing； and the proud head flashed up； I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year。
Her words rang out crystalclear； more musical than the cooing of the ringdove； but they cut the silence icily。 There was that in her young voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly trifled with。 As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just chuck him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she cast as much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen pieces。 And it ever after he dared to presume she could give him one look of measured scorn that would make him shrivel up on the spot。 Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it； the little kinnatt； because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was something aloof； apart in another sphere； that she was not of them and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it。
Edy straightened up baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy tucked in the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too because the sandman was on his way for Master Boardman junior and Cissy told him too that Billy Winks was ing and that baby was to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky； laughing up out of his gleeful eyes； and Cissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby； without as much as by your leave； sent up his pliments on to his brandnew dribbling bib。
O my！ Puddeny pie！ protested Ciss。 He has his bib destroyed。
The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little matter to rights。
Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father Conroy put round him round his shoulders giving the benediction with the blessed Sacrament in his hands。
How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight； the last glimpse of Erin； the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same time a bat flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk； hither； thither； with a tiny lost cry。 And she could see far away the lights of the lighthouses so picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of paints because it was easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her window where Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins； author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales。 For Gerty had her dreams that no…one knew of。 She loved to read poetry and when she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that lovely confession album with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable which； though it did not err on the side of luxury； was scrupulously neat and clean。 It was there she kept her girlish treasures trove； the tortoiseshell bs； her child of Mary badge； the whiterose scent； the eyebrowleine； her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had copied out of the newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs。 Art thou real； my ideal？ it was called by Louis J。 Walsh； Magherafelt； and after there was something about twilight； wilt thou ever？ and ofttimes the beauty of poetry； so sad in its transient loveliness； had misted her eyes with silent tears that the years were slipping by for her； one by one； and but for that one shorting she knew she need fear no petition and that was an accident ing down Dalkey hill and she always tried to conceal it。 But it must end she felt。 If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding back for her。 Love laughs at locksmiths。 She would make the great sacrifice。 Her every effort would be to share his thoughts。 Dearer than the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness。 There was the allimportant question and she was dying to know was he a married man or a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the nobleman with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put into a madhouse； cruel only to be kind。 But even if … what then？ Would it make a very great difference？ From everything in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled。 She loathed that sort of person； the fallen women off the acmodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the soldiers and coarse men； with no respect for a girl's honour； degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station。 No； no： not that。 They would be just good friends like a big brother and sister without all that other in spite of the conventions of Society with a big ess。 Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall。 She thought she understood。 She would try to understand him because men were so different。 The old love was waiting； waiting with little white hands stretched out； with blue appealing eyes。 Heart of mine！ She would follow her dream of love； the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all； the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide。 Nothing else mattered。 e what might she would be wild； untrammelled； free。
Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she ing but Jacky Caffrey called out：
O； look； Cissy！
And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the trees beside the church； blue and then green and purple。
It's fireworks； Cissy Caffrey said。
And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church； helterskelter； Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall running。
e on； Gerty； Cissy called。 It's the bazaar fireworks。
But Gerty was adamant。 She had no intention of being at their beck and call。 If they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could see from where she was。 The eyes that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling。 She looked at him a moment； meeting his glance； and a light broke in upon her。 Whitehot passion was in that face； passion silent as the grave； and it had made her his。 At last they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could be trusted to the death； steadfast； a sterling man； a man of inflexible honour to his fingertips。 His hands and face were working and a tremor went over her。 She leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and there was no one to see only him and her when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that； supply soft and delicately rounded； and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart； his hoarse breathing； because she knew about the passion of men like that； hot…blooded； because Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made her swear she'd never about the gentleman lodger that was staying with them out of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures cut out of papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she said he used to do something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed。 But this was altogether different from a thing like that because there was all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips。 Besides there was absolution so long as you didn't do the other thing before being married and there ought to be women priests that would understand without your telling out and Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too； my dear； and Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was on account of that other thing ing on the way it did。
And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look； there was another and she leaned back and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and they all saw it and shouted to look； look there it was and she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was flying about through the air； a soft thing to and fro； dark。 And she saw a long Roman candle going up over the trees up； up； and； in the tense hush； they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it； high； high； almost out of sight； and her face was suffused with a divine； an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things too； nainsook knickers； the fabric that caresses the skin； better than those other pettiwidth； the green； four and eleven； on account of being white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then it went so high it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from being bent so far back he had a ful