"The fine day, is it? It's not so bad for London," she observed in a disparaging voice.
"You come from Ireland?"
"Yes."
He peered into the rigid little face and understood.
"I come from Shermany," he said gently. "Little one, you will return some day."
The Atom said nothing.
"You haf ze nice little dog." Herr Schmidt changed the conversation cheerfully. "What do you call him?"
"She isn't a him at all," the Atom said scornfully; "'tis herself's a lady! An' her name's Kate Kearney."
"Ach!" said Herr Schmidt.
Sheila Pat looked at him gravely.