I am Sheila O'Halloran, av all Oirland, an' wife to terence th' same,-yer fri'nd for always, asthore, f'r niver will I be forgettin' this time!
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
The evening camps were short spaces of blessed quietude and converse when Sheila O'Halloran sat beside her and they talked of many things,-chiefly the dear little Island whose green sod would soon again receive the feet of "herself an' terence."
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe