The Last of Agram

Greta broke off from him and ran to the bed, throwing her arms across the bedrail. She said in an outburst of tears, oh, I am thinking about that song, the lass of Agram. Gabriel stood, stuck still for a moment in astonishment and then followed her. He halted a few paces from her and said, what about the song? Why does that make you cry? She raised her head from her arms and dried her eyes with the back of her hand like a child. A kinder note than he had intended went into his voice. It was a person I used to know in Galway when I was living with my grandmother,. The smile