"Was it pleasant last night?"
"Very pleasant. I don't think Father Creech is half as good as Father Marty, you know."
"Oh no," exclaimed Kate.
"But he's a jolly sort of fellow, too. And there was a Mr. Finucane there,—a very grand fellow."
"We know no one about here but the priests," said Mrs. O'Hara, laughing. "Anybody might think that the cottage was a little convent."
"Then I oughtn't to come."
"Well, no, I suppose not. Only foreigners are admitted to see convents sometimes. You're going after the poor seals again?"
"Barney says the tide is too high for the seals now. We're going to Drumdeirg."
"What,—to those little rocks?" asked Kate.
"Yes,—to the rocks. I wish you'd both come with me."