He tried to talk to the robins and blackbirds instead of Jimmy, but they were not such good company.
And when the day was over, he tried not to be glad that he was going to the shining eyes of Mary Malone, a good supper, and a clean bed, and it was not in the heart of man to do it.
The summer wore on, autumn came, and the year Tilly had spoken of was over.

Dannie went his way, doing the work of two men, thinking of everything, planning for everything, and he was all the heart of Mary Malone could desire, save her lover.

By little Mary pieced it out.
Dannie never mentioned fishing; he had lost his love for the river.

She knew that he frequently took walks to Five Mile Hill.

His devotion to Jimmy's memory was unswerving.