"This castle is not open to any one," said Winifred, drawing her slight figure to its height and addressing me; "but if you, being from America, would like to see it, I would show it to you."
I told her that I should very much like to see it, and would certainly come again for the purpose.
"There's some stories about the ould place that mebbe you'd like to hear, ma'am," said Granny Meehan, anxious to make amends for any abruptness on the part of her charge.
I told her that the stories would be an additional attraction; and as I was about leaving the room, I remarked:
"It's a glorious day. You should go out, Mrs. Meehan, if only to see the sun shining on the mountains."
Winifred sprang forward, her face crimson.
"For shame! for shame!" she cried.
I turned back to the old woman in perplexity. The ghost of a smile was on her face, as she declared:
"I shall never see the bright sun more in this world,—I shall never see it more. But I like to know that it is shining."