"It seems that he means it. The winds are not so high now as they were in October, and the men understand well when the sea will be high."
"It is frightful to think of anybody being in one of those little boats now." Kate ever since she had lived in these parts had seen the canoes from Liscannor and Lahinch about in the bay, summer and winter, and had never found anything dreadful in it before.
"I suppose he'll come up here again," said the mother; but to this Kate made no answer. "He is to sleep at Father Marty's I fancy, and he can hardly do that without paying us a visit."
"The days are short and he'll want all his time for the boating," said Kate with a little pout.
"He'll find half-an-hour, I don't doubt. Shall you be glad to see him, Kate?"
"I don't know, mother. One is glad almost to see any one up here. It's as good as a treat when old Corcoran comes up with the turf."
"But Mr. Neville is not like old Corcoran, Kate."
"Not in the least, mother. I do like Mr. Neville better than Corcoran, because you see with Corcoran the excitement is very soon over. And Corcoran hasn't very much to say for himself."
"And Mr. Neville has?"
"He says a great deal more to you than he does to me, mother."