"'Twas a chance I got to come and see the folk at home while the master and mistress are in Galway seeing what they can save out of the ruin of their estate there.

Ochone, it's bad times, Mike; indeed it is.

Lonely enough for you and me and the motherless boys.

I've a mind to stay where I am, and settle down in the ould country." My father looked genuinely alarmed.
"Lonely!" said he with a laugh; "like enough it is for you, poor body, but not for me.

I promise you I've plenty to think of without being lonely." "Like enough," said she with a sigh.