Being entirely alone, it is needless to say, Chester did not kiss the Blarney Stone. He was satisfied with reaching under and touching it with his hand. Then he returned to Lucy.
"You did not kiss the stone," she immediately declared.
"You know, don't you, that it takes two to kiss—the Blarney Stone?"
"I've heard it so stated. I've never been up to it."
The park around the castle is very inviting, especially on a fine, warm afternoon. There are big trees, grass, and neatly kept walks. Chester and Lucy sauntered under the trees. A tiny brook gurgled near by, the birds were singing. Lucy chattered merrily along, but Chester was not so talkative. She noticed his mood and asked why he was so silent.
"I was thinking of that promise. I fear I am not doing right."
"O, that reminds me—Father, of course could not—"
"Could not what?"
"Well, the night before he became so ill on the boat he told me he was going to release you from any promise not to meet me and talk religion to me."