"  You  must  certainly  go  there  either  to-day  or  on  our  way
to  the  train  to-morrow,"  said  Doreen ;  "  for  unless  my  mem-
ory plays  me  false,  it  is  one  of  the  loveliest  places  in  the


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whole  county.  Our  waiter  made  another  good  remark  yes-
terday when  we  asked  about  it.  *  Oh,  the  Devil's  glen/  he
said,  *  is  well  worth  visiting ;  but  the  proprietor  is  in  Eng-
land, so  you  can't  drive  through,  but  must  go  on  foot.' "

Max  laughed.  "I  see  you  love  to  dispose  of  the  devil
and  of  the  snakes  in  my  country.  But  we  will  walk  through
the  glen.     What  is  the  origin  of  the  name,  by  the  bye  ?  "

"  Oh ! "  said  Doreen,  with  a  smile  that  rippled  over  her
whole  face ;  "  it  is  rather  a  nice  old  legend.  St.  Kevin,  you
know,  was  the  greatest  of  saints;  but  he  had  one  human
weakness:  he  loved  gadding  about,  and  was  not  content
always  to  remain  in  Glendalough,  but  would  visit  now  one
part  of  the  country,  now  another.  People  wondered  at  this,
and  one  day  the  saint's  niece  found  out  the  reason.  St.  Kevin
was  bathing  in  the  lake,  and  she  kept  watch  at  a  little  dis-
tance by  his  clothes  to  see  that  no  one  ran  off  with  them.
