"Yes," he answered simply.
"An' why, now?" Again her tone changed, the irrepressible undercurrent of native humour, native inquisitiveness and familiarity welling out unconsciously. "Sure, they're good children."
"I do not doubt it. I do not doubt it for one moment."
"But they're troublin' you all the same?"
"Well, yes. Yes, I confess they are troubling me."
"Both of thim?" she asked innocently.
He hesitated.
"Well, no," he replied artlessly. "No, not both of them."
"Ah, I thought that same!" Hannah gave a nod of understanding. "Sure, 'twas to be tormentin' men she was brought into the world for. I said so meself the first day I took her into me arms."
"But—but I haven't said anything. How do you know that it is——?"