‘Now, Christy, which do you reckon to be the shorter road?’
‘The shorter road, your reverence, is the Joycetown road, but I doubt if we can get the car through it.’
‘How is that?’
And the boy answered that since the Big House had been burnt the road hadn’t been kept in repair.
‘But,’ said Father Oliver, ‘the Big House was burnt seventy years ago.’
‘Well, your reverence, you see, it was a good road then, but the last time I heard of a car going that way was last February.’
‘And if a car got through in February, why can’t we get through on the first of June?’
‘Well, your reverence, there was the storm, and I do be hearing that the trees that fell across the road then haven’t been removed yet.’
‘I think we might try the road, for all that, for though if we have to walk the greater par
