Ballyduff,
Ballynashee,
Ballywhack.

Don't they all sound jolly and grotesque?"

"They do indeed," we agreed, "and the plan is quite worthy of you;
we can say no more."

We had now developed so many more ideas than we could possibly use
that the labour of deciding among them was the next thing to be
done. Each of us stood out boldly for her own project,--even
Francesca clinging, from sheer wilfulness, to her worthless and
absurd itineraries,--until, in order to bring the matter to any sort
of decision, somebody suggested that we consult Benella; which
reminds me that you have not yet the pleasure of Benella's
acquaintance.



Chapter III. We sight a derelict.

'O Bay of Dublin, my heart you're troublin',
Your beauty haunts me like a fever dream.'
Lady Dufferin.

To perform the introduction properly I must go back a day or two.
We had elected to cross to Dublin directly from Scotland, an easy
night journey. Accordingly we embarked in a steamer called the
Prince or the King of something or other, the name being many