She came into the schoolroom one night out of a drift of rain, and as she stood in the doorway, laughing because the wind had caught her umbrella and almost torn it out of her hands, he could see the raindrops glistening on her cheeks. She put the umbrella in a corner of the room, leaving it open so that it might dry more quickly, and then she shook her long dark hair back and wiped the rain from her face. He waited until she had taken off her mackintosh and hung it up in the cloakroom, and then he went forward to her. "Have you come to join the class?" he asked, and she smiled and nodded her head. "It's a coarse sort of a night," she added, coming into the classroom. He did not know her name, and he wondered where her home was. He knew everybody in Ballymartin, and many of the people in the country outside it, but he had never seen Sheila Morgan before. "I thought I might as well come," she said, "but I'm only here for a while!" Then she did not belong to the village. "Yes?..." he said. "It's quaren dull in the country," she continued, "an' the classes'll help to pass the time. I wish it was dancin', but!" Dancing! They had not made any arrangements for dancing, though the Gaels were very nimble on their feet. He glanced at Marsh reproachfully. Why had Marsh omitted to revive the Gaelic dances? "Perhaps," he said to Sheila, "we can have dancing classes later on...." "I'll mebbe be gone before you have them," she answered. "How long are you staying for?" he asked. "I don't know. I'm stopping with my uncle Matthew ... it's him has Hamilton's farm ... an' I'm stoppin' 'til he knows how his health'll be. He's bad...." He remembered Matthew Hamilton. "Is he ill?" he said. "Aye. He's been sick this while past, an' now he's worse, an' my aunt Kate asked me to come an' stop with them to help them in the house. He's not near himself at all. You'd think a pity of him if you seen the way he's failed next to nothin'.... Is it hard to learn Irish?" "You'd better come an' try for yourself," he replied, and then he led her up to Marsh and told him that a new pupil had come to join the class. There was some awkwardness about names.... "Och, I never told you my name," she said, laughing as she spoke. "Sheila Morgan!" she continued. "I live in County Down, but I'm stayin' with my uncle Matthew," she explained to Marsh. "Do you know any Gaelic at all?" Marsh asked. "No," she replied. "I never learned it. Are you goin' to have any dancin' classes?" Henry insisted that they ought to have had dancing classes as well as a hurley team. "The hurley's all right for the boys," he said, "but we've nothing for the girls...." "But you'd want boys at the dancin' as well," Sheila interrupted. "I can't bear dancin' with girls!" "No, of course not," said Henry. Marsh considered. "Who's to teach the dancing?" he asked, adding, "I can't!" "I'd be willin' to do that," Sheila said. "Mebbe you'd join the class yourself, Mr. Marsh?"