I am surely going to do it when it comes, just to prove the fallacy of the superstition." "I wish you wouldn't." Nora's dark brows met in a troubled frown.
"Perhaps it _is_ foolish in me to feel like that about it.

But I do.

I suppose it's because I'm Irish.

The daughters of Erin have always been a superstitious lot.

Don't ever tell Hippy that I admitted even that much.
He would tease me for a week about it." "It shall remain a dark secret," gayly assured Grace.