The guide book lay open on her lap.

Chester picked it up, looked at a picture of Blarney Castle, and then read aloud: "'There's gravel walk there, For speculation, And conversation In sweet solitude.
'Tis there the lover May hear the dove, or The gentle plover In the afternoon.' "Lucy," said Chester, as he closed the book, "I'm going to call you Lucy--I can't call you Miss Strong in such a lovely place as this.

We have an hour or two before we must return, and I want to talk over a few matters while we have the chance.

In the first place, I want you to tell me where you are going when you leave Ireland.

I want to keep track of you--I don't want to lose you.