Father Prout, as he says, listened to these bells in childhood days, those days when 'heaven lies about us' and glorifies even the most common places, and the impressions he then received remained with him." Lucy "guessed" he was right.
Then they drove by St.Fin Barre's cathedral, considered the most noteworthy and imposing building in Cork.

"'It is thought probable the poet Spenser was married in the church which formerly stood on the site,'" Lucy read.

"'His bride was a Cork lady, but of the country, not of the city.

Spenser provokingly asks: "'Tell me, ye merchants' daughters, did ye see So fayre a creature in your town before?
Her goodlie eyes, like sapphyres shining bright; Her forehead, ivory white, Her lips like cherries charming men to byte.'" "Well," remarked Chester as they drove homeward, and he thought he was brave in doing so.

"I don't know about the merchants' daughters of Cork, but I know a minister's daughter of Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.A., who tallies exactly with Spenser's description." "Why, Mr.Lawrence!" "I might say more," he persisted, "were it not for some foolish promises I made that same minister a few days ago--but here we are.