The neighbors came, new neighbors—a new generation, to most of whom I was a tradition. Other boys and girls had left Antrim for America, scores of them in the course of the years. There was a popular supposition that we all knew each other.
"Ye see th' Wilson bhoys ivery day, I'll bate," Mrs. Hainey said.
"No, I have never seen any of them."
"Saints alive, how's that?"
"Because we live three thousand miles apart."
"Aye, well, shure that 'ud be quite a dandther!"
"It didn't take ye long t' git a fortune, did it?" another asked.
"I never acquired a fortune such as you are thinking of."
"Anna said ye wor rich!"
"Anna was right, I am rich, but I was the richest boy in Antrim when I lived here."