“I know what the gentleman is in a boat,” said Priscilla.
“And herself is no better. It was only this morning my ma was saying to me that it’s wonderful the little sense them ones has.”
“I thought,” said Priscilla, “that your mother was out all over yellow spots. What does she know about them?”
Jimmy Kinsella grinned sheepishly.
“Believe you me, Miss,” he said, “if it was only yourself that was in it——”
“There’d be neither rats nor fever on the island, I suppose.”
Jimmy looked towards the Tortoise and let his eyes rest with an inquiring expression on Frank Mannix.
“That gentleman’s ankle is sprained,” said Priscilla, “so whatever it is that you have on your island, you needn’t be afraid of him.”
“That might be,” said Jimmy.
“You can tell your father from me,” said Priscilla, “that the next time I’m out this way I’ll land on Inish-bawn and see for myself what it is that has you all telling lies.”