“Oh, that’s neat. Let us know if you like find out anything,” the second girl asked, before they hurried off for their next class.After my last ...lass of the day, I went to see my history professor / adviser.“Hello, Mark,” he said, as I entered his office after knocking. “What can I do for you?”“I was hoping you could give me some advice on traveling to Ireland. Where do I get a passport, and what else do I need, besides a ticket? I asked.“Are you thinking of going to Ireland?” he asked.“I’ve. " Maybe so, but I bet that, pretty darned quickly, you'll be happy thatI ordered you everything. A girl needs a big sister to help her out."She laughed at her own joke. "I have to get going in about tenminutes. Barbie's going to pick you up in a half hour." Ok!"And so, just about thirty minutes later, Barbara came in the frontdoor, smiling at Quinn's hair and scarf once again. "Are you ready foryour big day, Quinny?"He stood and took a deep breath. "I guess. I am a little nervous,though." What. Never abusing this word (never using it to trick or fool him). He knew when I said that, that there was a squirrel, duck, dove or varmint in my sight. He would straighten out his tail almost straight out and nose easing forward waiting for, ‘Vamanos,’ which was go, which also turned into, ‘lets go.’ A word that was used by My stepfather constantly which in turn was drilled into my head years before his passing. When in the field the shotguns blast would trigger his ‘Vamonos.’ The four whistles. "Thanks!" she giggled finally. "I'll keep a close lookout."Richard's embarrassment was relieved by the appearance of the landlord, Jim."Hello, Richard! Getting a hard time from Sally?" Not half!" replied Richard with a grin. "Thank God for the cavalry! Have you met Deborah Cooper?" No, but, as a good landlord I know who she is and where she lives. Good evening, Deborah, and welcome. I'm Jim and I run this place." Good evening and thank you, Jim. Is there any way of identifying your secret.