"Come in, Father," she said welcoming. She moved from the window to the door and opened it for him. He would be greeted by the sound of Harold going, "Ooooowaaaaaoooooo," and then making raspberry sounds and Niamh babbling away as both children kicked and flailed their little limbs happily. One could easily see she had done a good job mothering, for they were both well kept, well groomed, and quite happy.