It was a night, a lake, a boat for lovers.
"Even granting that, girleen," he said, "it's not going to make somebody unhappy if we take his boat.

For he won't know it.

And therefore it will make us happy with the least possible unhappiness to anybody else.

And, after all, it's more likely to be a fairy's boat, for it's made of quicksilver.

Come, mavourneen, come!" She climbed in unconvinced.
"Lordy! Lordy!" breathed Kenny in delight.