the elder answered, "Mebbe we can foind thim, sur."
They were bright-looking, intelligent children, and the larger girl gave me such quick, straightforward answers, and it seemed so impossible that children so young should attempt to cross the ocean without tickets, that I concluded to let them come, and resolved to get at the truth on the way over.
Next day I told the deck steward to bring the children to my room.
They came in just as I saw them the day before, the elder with a tight grip on the hand of the younger, whose eyes I never caught sight of. She kept them resolutely on the floor, while the other looked straight at me with her big blue eyes.
"Well, have you found your tickets?"
"No, sur."
"What is your name?"
"Bridget, sur."
"Bridget what?"
"Bridget Mulligan, sur."
"Where did you live?"
"In Kildormey, sur."
"Where did you get your tickets?"
"From Mr. O'Grady, sur."
Now, I knew Kildormey as well as I know this
