"No, indeed she's not. You'd best leave her here another month," Mrs. MacDermott added.
"You're forgetting, aren't you that she's been here more than three months already."
"Och, what's three months when you're young," Uncle William replied.
"A great deal," said John. "Will you be ready, do you think, Eleanor?"
Eleanor hesitated. "I don't know," she said. "I don't feel very well yet. Can't you stay on a while longer, John? You know you're tired and need a rest, and it'll do you a lot of good to stay on for a week or two!"
"I must get back. I've a living to earn for three of us now!"
"I shall be sorry to leave Ballyards," Eleanor replied.
"There's no need for either of you to leave it," Mrs. MacDermott exclaimed. "Your home's here and there's no necessity for you to go tramping the world among strangers!"
"We've settled all that, ma!" John retorted.
"You don't like that life on newspapers, do you, John?" Eleanor asked.