Penelope's Irish Experiences by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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one, Francesca is reduced to the second place, and Salemina to the
third, but it makes no difference whatever, either in our relations, our arrangements, or, for that matter, in our expenditures. Chapter IV. Enter Benella Dusenberry. 'A fair maiden wander'd All wearied and lone, Sighing, "I'm a poor stranger, And far from my own." We invited her in, We offered her share Of our humble cottage And our humble fare; We bade her take comfort, No longer to moan, And made the poor stranger Be one of our own.' Old Irish Song. The next morning dawned as lovely as if it had slipped out of Paradise, and as for freshness, and emerald sheen, the world from our windows was like a lettuce leaf just washed in dew. The windows of my bedroom looked out pleasantly on St. Stephen's Green, commonly called Stephen's Green, or by citizens of the baser sort, Stephens's Green. It is a good English mile in circumference, and many are the changes in it from the time it was first laid out, in 1670, to the present day, when it was made into a public park by Lord Ardilaun. |
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