“But you do not know all, or half! Neither of you know how good he has been to me,” exclaimed Nettie.
“If we do not we must be exceedingly dull of apprehension,” replied Mrs. Hartley—at which Grace laughed, and remarked if they did not know, it was certainly not for want of being told.
“I never expected anything better from you,” said Mrs. Brady, turning quickly towards her; “you never did appreciate John, and it seems as if you never would.”
“Well, do not let us lose our tempers about him,” entreated Mrs. Hartley, “more particularly as he is coming here next week.”
“Is he coming?” asked Grace.
“Yes, to give us what I earnestly hope may prove the conclusion of the Scott romance. It seems to me that since I set foot in Ireland I have heard of nothing but the Scotts, the Glendares, the Rileys, the Hanlons, and the Bradys; interesting people all of them, no doubt, but I confess I like an occasional change of person and incident.”
“So do I,” said Grace. “Much as I like the Scotts, I shall be very glad when I hear they all are on their way to America.”
“As if they could not have gone there as well at first as at last,” observed Mrs. Hartley.
“I was willing for them to stay on at the Castle Farm, but Amos would not hear of it,” explained Mrs. Brady.
“The moment, in fact, he saw he could go the way he wished without opposition, all desire to do so ceased,” remarked Mrs. Hartley.