“Well, then, I can’t say much for it so far, yer honour.”
“It may do great things yet.”
“Well, God send it. And now, if your honour pleases, I must be going on. I’m late as it is——”
“Why, where is your hurry?”
“Sure, hasn’t the cows to be milked, and the calf fed?”
“I wish I could help you—for I’m out of a job to-day.”
Mary suddenly broke into laughter and displayed a row of pretty little teeth. “You’d make a poor hand of the milking, I’m thinking,” she said.
“Anyway, I’ll walk back with you as far as the stone gap, if I may?”
“Sure, the boreen is your honour’s own land, and what’s to hinder you?”
“Old Crock na Bowl looks well this evening,” suddenly remarked the young fellow, as they turned and faced a towering purple peak, on which lay the long afternoon shadows.