The child’s got the Irish in her, I swear it.

Etty She remembered Bronagh’s words, in her lilting accent, “Go on with ya, girl. Get the wanderlust out of yer system, then settle down.” She looked  at Ulla and Juana, “The child’s got the Irish in her, I swear it. The lass has Irish blood.” And Maria was struck by that. Why did she want to move about so? The people, Juana’s people wanted her so badly to stay. She could have had any of the eligible men, and perhaps, even if she were so inclined, some of the not so eligible men. They were a handsome bunch and so sincere, serious, even grave, yet she could tell that they had a deep respect and admiration for her. Maria's Trail