"Look," said Agna. "He's backing up towards us."
She was right. The big car was backing up to us. When it was near the man asked,
"Are you going far?"
"To Clontarf," answered Agna.
"I'm going within six miles of it. If you care to get in I'll take you that length."
"Thank you very much," said Agna. "My sister is almost done up."
"You're from the North, aren't you?" asked the man when we had taken our seats in the car.
"Yes," I answered. "We left Drogheda this morning."
"Who are you going to in Clontarf?" he asked after he had driven for some distance.