politely. 'The present owner, Sir Timothy McGarrah'
"'Timothy!' she says, 'that was me father's name, an' me grandfather's before him.'
"'There's always one son in ivery gineration that carries it,' says I.
"'Can it be possible?' she murmurs to herself.
"'Me own grandmother was a daughter to the second Sir Timothy,' I says, 'him as quarrelled with his youngest son an' drove him from home. Some says he went to Australia, an' some that he come to America. 'Twas fifty years ago, an' all trace is lost o' the lad.'
"An' with that she says solemn like, 'The b'y was me grandfather! I see it all—he was a silent man an' he niver talked of his people; but I always felt there was a secret a preyin' on his mind. An' by that token we 're cousins,' she says. 'I must insist that ye make Red Towers yer home while ye stay in America. Me husband,' she says, 'will enjoy yer acquaintance.'
