“What did you see?” I asked.
“O, everything,” she answered, “it was grand. We went away out as far as the Golf Grounds at Malahide, and all over Phoenix Park. Won’t you come back again Mr. Connor,” she said, turning to Mike who was standing beside his airship.
Mike took off his cap and bowed.
“I surely will,” he said so emphatically, that the color came to Edith’s cheeks.
As I looked at them, already such cordial friends, and realized that they had never met until a few days before, I said to myself:
“It’s the Irish atmosphere.”
CHAPTER XVII
WICKLOW, THE GARDEN OF IRELAND
After dinner that day we bade our friends farewell. Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill were urgent in their invitation that we visit them again.