"And what may that be, acushla machree?"
"Why, then, you wouldn't guess," said Maureen with a flash of her soft brown eyes. "But it is just the periwinkles, avick. I think if I could lie down on them once again and look up through the trees at the blue, blue sky, I'd be—well, I'd be in Heaven."
"It strikes me you are always in Heaven, Maureen Aroon," said the lad.
He was going to Balliol then, having obtained a fine scholarship.
Maureen said gently, "Heaven is always in my heart, always. I left Hate behind at the bottom of the Peak of Desolation."
"Ah, Maureen, there never was your like," said Dominic. "And what news of Fuzzy-wuzzy and Daisy?" he continued.
"Oh, but just splendid," said Maureen. "Amongst all my happy thoughts, this is my happiest. Do you know that Henny is the head girl of the school! And though she is just as funny as ever, Mrs. Faithful would not give her up for the wide world. She has begged Uncle Pat to let her stay at Felicity for the present."
"And will he?" asked Dominic, a slight note of anxiety in his tone.
"Why, of course, Fuzzy wishes it herself."
"Then that's all right," said Dom.