The baits went away.
My sister has come back from America, but I'm thinking it won't be
long till she goes away again, for it is lonesome and poor she finds
the island now. - I am your friend. ...
Write soon and let you write in Irish, if you don't I won't look on
it.
Part II
THE evening before I returned to the west I wrote to Michael - who
had left the islands to earn his living on the mainland - to tell him
that I would call at the house where he lodged the next morning,
which was a Sunday.
A young girl with fine western features, and little English, came
out when I knocked at the door. She seemed to have heard all about
me, and was so filled with the importance of her message that she
could hardly speak it intelligibly.
'She got your letter,' she said, confusing the pronouns, as is often
done in the west, 'she is gone to Mass, and she'll be in the square
after that. Let your honour go now and sit in the square, and Michael
will find you.'
As I was returning up the main street I met Michael wandering down
to meet me, as he had got tired of waiting.
He seemed to have grown a powerful man since I had seen him, and was
now dressed in the heavy brown flannels of the Connaught labourer.
After a little talk we turned back together and went out on the
sandhills above the town.
