He's a nice feller." "Yes ?" "Father Kelly, too.

He's good company." "Yes ?" "Are you staying long at Kuryong ?" "Some time, I expect." "Are you going to teach the children ?" "No, I'm going to live there.

My father owns Kuryong.

My father is Mr.
Grant." Mrs.Connellan was simply staggered at this colossal treasure-trove, this majestic piece of gossip that had fallen on her like rain from Heaven.

Mr.Grant's daughter! Going out to Kuryong! What a piece of news! Hardly knowing what she did, she shuffled out of the room, and interrupted the singing waitress who was wiping plates, and had just got back to "It's a vilet" when Mrs.Connellan burst in on her.
"Maggie! Maggie! Do you know who that is?
Grant's daughter! The one that used to be in England.