I observed that the drove of cattle had gone down to a shallow place in the canal on the other side of the bridge, and were most of them standing in the water, either drinking or contemplating. Their drivers were throwing stones at them, and saying uncomplimentary things, but they took it philosophically—which means they didn't mind it much. When you are stolidly indifferent to anything that ought to move you, your friends will say you take it philosophically.
"Wasn't it an odd thing, Roe," said Holman, "that all those Dublin boys should have got the idea that a prize was offered for anybody who could beat this machine?"
"Yes, it was very odd," said Roe. "Fay, what sort of wood is this?"
"Chestnut."
"But I say, Roe," continued Holman, "who in the world could have told them so?"
"Probably somebody who was fond of a practical joke," said Roe. "Who did the blacksmith work for you, Fay?"
"Fanning."
"And I suppose," persisted Holman, still talking to Roe, "that it must have been the same practical joker who sent their mothers after them."
"Very likely," said Roe. "Are you going to get the kites and harness her up again, Fay?"
"Haven't made up my mind."