They were some kind of cousins of the landlady and the same name, so they used to come and see her of evenings and Sundays.
Her name was Kate Morrison and her sister's was Jeanie.

This and a lot more she told me before we got back to the hotel, where she said she was going to stay that night and keep Mrs.Morrison company.
After this we began to be a deal better acquainted.

It all came easy enough.

The landlady thought she was doing the girls a good turn by putting them in the way of a couple of hard-working well-to-do fellows like us; and as Jim and the younger one, Jeanie, seemed to take a fancy to each other, Mrs.Morrison used to make up boating parties, and we soon got to know each other well enough to be joked about falling in love and all the rest of it.
After a bit we got quite into the way of calling for Kate and Jeanie after their day's work was done, and taking them out for a walk.

I don't know that I cared so much for Kate in those days anyhow, but by degrees we got to think that we were what people call in love with each other.
It went deeper with her than me, I think.