I shall have to carry her off to Dublin for some gaiety.

If the season were not nearly over----" "We couldn't do without Bawn," said my grandmother hastily.

"We are too old to live without something young beside us.

Besides, she is very happy--aren't you, Bawn ?" "Very happy." I answered the appeal in her dear voice and eyes.

And to be sure I was happy, if it were not for the loneliness and the ghosts at night.
"She is always reading," my godmother went on.