She sat down now in the great hooded chair which was supposed to belong to Neil Doherty, only that he did so many things in the house that he never had much time for sitting in state in the hall.

She took Dido's paws in her lap and began anxiously to examine them for any injury, while the dog moaned with self-pity.
"I don't think she has any hurt," I assured her.

"The trap did not altogether meet on her paw, although it held her a prisoner." Neil Doherty looked on with an interested face.
"Twould be a kindness to the poor baste," he said, "to drown her, not to be keepin' her alive.

Sure, what has she to live for ?" My grandmother looked up at him with a sudden illumination of her face.
"Who knows, Neil," she said, "but Dido may have something to live for yet?
And that the thing others of us are living for ?" "Ah, sure you're right, your Ladyship," Neil returned.

"Sure God send it! Wouldn't we be all young again if that was to happen ?".