“I have not seen him since. My sister, poor Ellen, she was a beautiful girl when she was young, Nora.”
“She is stately, like a queen,” said Nora. “We all admire her very, very much.”
“And love her, my dear?”
“Oh yes, of course I love mother.”
“But not as well as your father?”
“You could not, Uncle George, if you knew father.”
“Well, I shall not ask any more. You really do want me to help?”
“If you can; if it will not cost you too much money.”
“And you mean that your father is absolutely, downright poor?”
“Oh, I suppose so. I don't think that matters a bit. We wouldn't like to be rich, neither father nor I; but we do want to keep O'Shanaghgan.”