Wouldn't that be a touchstone of affection, Dick ?' 'If I could believe you were in earnest, I'd throw you neck and heels into that bog-hole.' 'Oh, if you would!' cried he, and there was a ring of truthfulness in his voice now there could be no mistaking.

Half-ashamed of the emotion his idle speech had called up, and uncertain how best to treat the emergency, Kearney said nothing, and Atlee walked on for miles without a word.
'You can see the house now.

It tops the trees yonder,' said Dick.
'That is Kilgobbin Castle, then ?' said Joe slowly.
'There's not much of castle left about it.

There is a square block of a tower, and you can trace the moat and some remains of outworks.' 'Shall I make you a confession, Dick?
I envy you all that! I envy you what smacks of a race, a name, an ancestry, a lineage.

It's a great thing to be able to "take up the running," as folks say, instead of making all the race yourself; and there's one inestimable advantage in it, it rescues you from all indecent haste about asserting your station.