Amazon.com description: Product Description: 'Sure a terrible time I was out o' the way, Over the sea, over the sea, Till I come to Ireland one sunny day,— Betther for me, betther for me: The first time me fut got the feel o' the ground I was strollin' along in an Irish city That hasn't its aquil the world around For the air that is sweet an' the girls that are pretty.' —Moira O'Neill. Dublin, O'Carolan's Private Hotel. It is the most absurd thing in the world that Salemina, Francesca, and I should be in Ireland together. That any three spinsters should be fellow-travellers is not in itself extraordinary, and so our former journeyings in England and Scotland could hardly be described as eccentric in any way; but now that I am a matron and Francesca is shortly to be married, it is odd, to say the least, to see us cosily ensconced in a private sitting-room of a Dublin hotel, the table laid for three, and not a vestige of a man anywhere to be seen. Where, one might ask, if he knew the antecedent circumstances, are Miss Hamilton's American spouse and Miss Monroe's Scottish lover?