"Don't you like the sky when it looks as it does now? I wish you could
see it from Carrigrohane. You don't know the sort of expression it has
when it seems to be kissing the sea. We have a ghost at Carrigrohane.
Oh, wisha, then, if you only could see it! I can tell the boys about it.
Sha'n't I make them creep?"

"It is very silly to talk about ghosts. Nobody believes in them," said
Alice.

"I'll ask father if I may have you at Carrigrohane in the summer, and
then see if you don't believe. She wears white."

"I am going out now, Kathleen; aren't you coming with me?"

"No, thank you, my love."

"You ought to, Kathleen. I am busy preparing for my scholarship
examination or I would stay and argue with you. It is an awful pity to
have gone to the expense of coming here if you don't mean to do your
utmost."

"Thank you, darling, but it is rather a waste of breath for you to talk
so long to me. I mean to be naughty this afternoon."

"I can't help you," said Alice. "I am very sorry you ever came."

"Thank you so much, dear."

Alice ran downstairs.