“Why are they courtyards? Do people judge them? Hold court in them? They call them dooryards in Ireland, and I don’t get that, either, but at least there’s a kind of yard outside the door.” She rang the bell. Caught up, Peabody asked, “Why are they yards? It’s not like everybody’s is a multiple of three feet.” Eve poked her shoulder. “Right. Why are they yards?” She filed it away for later contemplation
