"Yes. Can you tell me how to get to them?"
"I might," said the woman cautiously. She had been looking at me all this time with the brightest of eyes, and then she looked at Betty, who had remained behind at the gate. "Is yon one your wife?" she asked, with a nod in Betty's direction.
"Yes."
"You would be from America."
"Yes."
"Have you people hereabouts?"
"Oh, no; we haven't any relatives in Ireland."
"And would you be comin' all this way just to see the big stones?"
"We want to see everything," I explained. "The stones are near here, aren't they?"
"They are so. Just a step up yonder lane, and you are right among them."