I wrote those verses after I had been looking at one of Jim Tynan's pictures.

You know them, of course?
No?
Oh, but you must go and see them at once if you love the West.

And you do, don't you ?' 'It is my home,' said Hyacinth.
When he had finished his tea she introduced him to some of the people who were in the room.

Afterwards he came to know them, but the memories which Miss O'Dwyer's verses called up in him made him absent and preoccupied.

He scarcely heard the names she spoke.