Saulsby Wood
"So you won't come to Moydrum again?" said Laurence Fitzgibbon to his friend.
"Not this autumn, Laurence. Your father would think that I want to live there."
"Bedad, it's my father would be glad to see you,-and the oftener the better."
"The fact is, my time is filled up."
"You're not going to be one of the party at Lough