"What a family it is!" she laughed.
"Just one big, jolly family.

I didn't know people could be like this until I came to Plattville." "That is the word for it," he answered, resting his hand on the casement beside her.

"I used to think it was desolate, but that was long ago." He leaned from the window to look down.

In his dark cheek was a glow Carlow folk had never seen there; and somehow he seemed less thin and tired; indeed, he did not seem tired at all, by far the contrary; and he carried himself upright (when he was not stooping to see under the hat), though not as if he thought about it.

"I believe they are the best people I know," he went on.