“Never mind what the greatest men said. Is that the Causeway? That’s what I want settled.”
“It is, sur.”
“Let’s get back.”
“Back, is it, sur? Troth, ye’r not there yet. Divil a fut will Oi go back till ye’ve seen what ye paid for, sur.”
“All right, I’ll go on—under protest—merely to please you, you know.”
“Oi’m afraid ye’r hard to plaze yersilf, sur. It’s wan av the siven wondhers av the wurrold, sur.”
“That people come here? It is a wonder, as you say. I’ll bet they don’t come a second time.”
“Now, beggin’ ye’r pardon, ye’r wrong there, sur. Not the sickond toime, but the twintieth toime have Oi known educated min to come, sur. And the aftener a man av sinse sees it, sur, the more wondherful he thinks it. Now, sur, ye’r fut is on the smaller Causeway, and be careful how you stip, fur it’s moighty slippery undherfut. There are three Causeways, sur, the Great Causeway bein’ in the centhre, and that we’ll come to in a minute, sur.”
“What is it used for?”
“The Causeway, is it?”