"Aye, I can give ye those, but me house is no place for the likes——"
"That'll be just what I want," said I, and she went into the house and bade me follow.
Fresh eggs and unlimited milk are not the same as brill and young lamb and sauterne and cigars and witty conversation, but when you are hungry from outdoor exercise they are not so bad.
And Mrs. Kelly, like every other man, woman, and child in the whole of Ireland, had relatives in America.
She'd a son there long since and Ja-mes just turned twenty-one had gone there this summer to the "states of Indiana. Did I know the states of Indiana?"
I told her I did, that I'd been to them many a time. And where did "Ja-mes go to—to what city?"
To Lafayette (with as French an accent as you'd wish) and was I ever there?
I was. Her face lighted up.
If I went there again would I ask for Ja-mes Kelly an' he'd be her son an' as fine a boy as ever left Ireland (with a true Dublin roll of the r).