look at it! And it's my first view of England.

Well, then, I'll say it's a beautiful country.' Her companion looked up at the lighted sky, and down at the pools in tarpaulin at his feet.

He repressed a disposition to shudder, and with the anticipated ecstasy of soon jumping out of wet clothes into dry, he said: 'I should like to be on the top of that hill now.' The young lady's eyes flew to the top.
'They say he looks on Ireland; I love him; and his name is Caer Gybi; and it was one of our Saints gave him the name, I 've read in books.
I'll be there before noon.' 'You want to have a last gaze over to Erin ?' 'No, it's to walk and feel the breeze.

But I do, though.' 'Won't you require a little rest ?' 'Sure and I've had it sitting here all night!' said she.
He laughed: the reason for the variation of exercise was conclusive.
Father Boyle came climbing up the ladder, uncertain of his legs; he rolled and snatched and tottered on his way to them, and accepted the gentleman's help of an arm, saying: 'Thank ye, thank ye, and good morning, Mr.Colesworth.And my poor child! what sort of a night has it been above, Kathleen ?' He said it rather twinkling, and she retorted: 'What sort of a night has it been below, Father Boyle ?' Her twinkle was livelier than his, compassionate in archness.
'Purgatory past is good for contemplation, my dear.

'Tis past, and there's the comfort! You did well to be out of that herring-barrel, Mr.
Colesworth.