“Is it a castle?” demanded Mary, who yearned infinitely to see a real palace and a real castle.
“Yes, a jolly old castle.”
“And we’re to stay there?” cried Nancy in an ecstatic tone.
“If you will,” answered Lord Glenarm.
“We shall be delighted,” answered Miss Campbell.
“And Madame will come, too,” he continued, turning to Maria.
“It depends on when they go,” she answered. “I shall not be through here for several weeks.”
“We are just Gypsies,” put in Miss Campbell. “We can make the visit whenever it’s convenient to you, Maria.”
It was settled, then, that they were to visit Lord Glenarm, the time to be agreed on later.
“I have cousins in Ireland,” said Elinor proudly, just as the lights went down. The young girl had always been just a little boastful of those Irish cousins of hers. A glamor of mystery hung about them and she had pictured them in her mind as being wonderful people. She had endowed them with talents, put them in fine old homes and surrounded them with a golden haze of romance.