Chapter X

Because He Is Irish 176

WILL YOU WALK INTO MY STORY--?

Just because I think it may interest you to know it:--In these

photographs Kit Wain posed for Shaun O'Day. Kit is a real Irish boy, but

he did not have the adventures that Shaun had in the story. He has had

many other adventures, however, because Kit is a young actor. Dawn O'Day

was played by Mary Jo Desmond. Mary Jo is just a little schoolgirl like

you. She looked so much like Dawn O'Day in the story that I asked her to

be Dawn for me. And because she is Irish and loves make-believe, she did

it.

When Shaun grew older it was Maurice Murphy who posed. Maurice has had a

wonderful life for a young boy. He has played on the stage and in motion

pictures and also on the piano! For he is a very talented young

musician. Maybe you remember seeing him act in the film called "Beau

Geste."

Little saucy Marjorie was posed by a little saucy miss who is known as

Carmencita Johnson. I should say "well known" because Carmencita, though

only five, is already a picture star. She is a very interesting young

person, and if I began to tell you all about her and her family of

sisters and brothers it would take up all the book and leave no room for

the story.

John O'Day, Shaun's son, is portrayed by another little film artist. His

name is Gordon Thorpe. Gordon is only six. But he has appeared in more

than sixty motion pictures. Do you remember the little Prince in Douglas

Fairbanks' "The Iron Mask?" That was Gordon. And in "The Bridge of San

Luis Rey?" You surely recognized him.

Dick Good was the fighting boy who didn't believe that Marjorie was a

fairy. And of course I need not tell you that the scenes of cities and

buildings and places in Ireland were all played by those cities and

buildings and places _themselves_.

That is, when I was in Ireland I asked them to pose for me. And they did

it willingly the way the children did. They posed very well, in fact.

Very quietly.

Only the rain in Ireland is not willing. The rain does not want

photographers to catch the beauty of the country. The rain tries to

spoil everything for the poor photographers. But we forgive him because

he makes Ireland so green.

Here are the names of the little children who helped me so nicely by

coming to Marjorie's birthday party and posing as her guests: Alice and

Howard Bucquet, Caroline Kuhns, Barbara and Patrick Ford, Betty and

Stephen Kline, Marie Madeleine Brandeis and Dietrich Haupt.

The only grown-up in the story, John's girl-fairy, is Miss Alice White.

Miss White is such a busy star that I think I should thank her for

stopping long enough from her work to be John's girl-fairy in the pages

of this book. And I think I should thank all the rest of these good

people, even if they are only little people, for they too, are busy. And

it is sometimes hard to tear oneself away from the work of the world and

walk into a fairy tale.

But these in the photographs did it. And that is what I am going to ask

you, young readers, to do now. Come along! See if you can!

MADELINE BRANDEIS.

[Illustration: UPPER LAKE KILLARNEY]

Shaun O'Day of Ireland

PART I

CHAPTER I

ISN'T IT A GREAT WONDER?

The wee word "why"

Is a fairy gift

To little babes at birth,

It opens wide the wonder world To every child on earth.

Isn't it a great wonder--the fair green Emerald Isle?

And do you know why Ireland is so green? It is because the rain fairies

love Ireland. They have made it the greenest spot on earth. They do be

sprinkling it forever with the drops of their fairy rain.

Ireland is divided into four provinces. They are Ulster, Leinster,

Munster, and Connaught.

In Connaught is the County of Galway. In the County of Galway is the

District of Connemara.

In Connemara there is a village that looks out upon a lake. And in that

village are wee houses covered with thatched roofs--roofs of straw.

[Illustration: WEE HOUSES COVERED WITH STRAW ROOFS]

Inside one of these houses there lived a boy, Shaun O'Day. But I am not

going to tell you now about Shaun O'Day, nor of the strange thing that

befell him. Not now.

First, I shall tell you about his country. I shall tell you about his

country because all children love to know the why and the wonder of

things. And great is the wonder of Ireland.

This is the tale of the Province of Connaught and how it got its name.

Long ago the western districts of Ireland were named after the person

who took possession of them.

At this time there reigned a powerful king whose name was Conn. He was

good as well as great, and dearly loved by his people.

His Queen was equally beloved. Her name was Eda. Their son was a blessed

and good boy. They named him Conn-eda, after both his parents.

As Conn-eda grew to manhood, his strength and goodness grew with his

years. All was harmony in the west until a great sorrow fell upon the

land. The Queen died. The country mourned for a year and a day.

And then the King married again. But the new Queen was not good and kind

as Queen Eda had been. She was wicked and cruel.

[Illustration: CONNEMARA PEOPLE ENGAGED IN SPINNING]

She had several children of her own, and was jealous of Conn-eda, who

was the favorite of the King and the darling of the people.

She clearly foresaw that Conn-eda would be King after the death of his

father. She wanted her own son to become King some day.

And so she planned to destroy Conn-eda or have him exiled from the

country. With envy and hatred in her heart, the wicked Queen went to

consult a witch.

The witch gave the Queen a chess-board and told her to invite Prince

Conn-eda to play a game of chess.

The witch said to the Queen, "The loser of this game shall be obliged

to obey the orders of the winner. And, you, great Queen, shall win the

game! Having won the game, you are to send the Prince Conn-eda upon a

dangerous journey. He must seek and bring to you, within a year and a

day, three golden apples, a magical black steed, and the Hound of

Supernatural Powers. These things are so well guarded that the Prince

will surely lose his life in attempting to seek them."

The Queen was delighted and hastened to invite Conn-eda to play a game

of chess. He agreed to the conditions of the game, and it came about as

the witch had promised. The wicked Queen won.

[Illustration: SUBSTANTIAL HOMES IN A WOODLAND SETTING ON THE KILLARNEY

RIVER]

But so pleased was she with her triumph and so greedy for further

power that she challenged the Prince to another game. To the Queen's

astonishment and horror, Conn-eda won this second game.

"Since you won the first game," said Conn-eda, "you shall be first to

command your reward."

The Queen said, "My reward shall be the three golden apples, the Black

Steed, and the Hound of Supernatural Powers. These you must seek and

bring to me within the space of a year and a day. If you fail you must

leave your country forever or lose your life."

Conn-eda answered, "Then my order to you is that you sit upon the

topmost spire of yonder tower until I return. If I do not return, you

may come down at the end of the year and a day."

Conn-eda was troubled and went to consult with a great Druid. The poor

Prince had no idea how he was to find these magical treasures.

The great Druid gave the Prince a little, shaggy pony. He bade Conn-eda

obey this little horse.

After further instructions from the great Druid, Conn-eda mounted the

shaggy steed and set out upon his journey.

His adventures were many. Through them all, the little shaggy horse

helped and guided him. The animal had the power of speech.

After days of hardship and danger, Conn-eda reached the walls of a

great city. Two huge towers stood on either side of the gate and sent

forth flames of fire. The pony bade Conn-eda alight from his back and

take from his ear a small knife.

"With this knife," said the steed, "kill me! Then wrap yourself in my

skin, and you shall be able to pass the gates of the city unharmed. All

I ask is that you return to my body and pour a drop of this powerful

ointment upon my poor flesh."

With these words the pony gave Conn-eda a bottle of magic fluid.

The Prince cried, "Never, never! I would rather die than kill you, my

good friend!"

But at last the pony persuaded Conn-eda, and the Prince stabbed his

noble steed. His heart bled, and he was in despair at what he had done.

But he suddenly thought of the bottle of fluid which the steed had given

him. Following the animal's advice, the Prince poured the ointment over

the horse's body.

No sooner had he done this than the horse's shape changed to the form of

a handsome young man.

"Behold!" cried the noble youth. "You have freed me from a wicked

enchantment. I am brother of the King of the city. It was a wicked Druid

who kept me so long in the form of a shaggy steed. Now, through your

brave act, you have broken the spell, and I shall help you in your

quest."

[Illustration: LOCH DERG AT KILLALOE, EMPTYING INTO THE RIVER SHANNON]

The handsome Prince asked his brother, the King, for those treasures

which Conn-eda sought. Gladly did the King give to him the apples from

his magic tree, the Black Steed, and the precious hound. With these

three treasures did Conn-eda return to his country.

The wicked Queen, who was sitting upon the top of her tower, saw

Conn-eda approaching. She saw him riding upon a prancing steed and

leading a curious animal by a silver chain.

The Queen knew that he was returning in triumph. In despair she cast

herself from the tower.

That was her end. And that was also the end of trouble in the kingdom of

the west. For at the death of the good King Conn, his son Conn-eda was

made king. Conn-eda ruled wisely, and it was after his name that the

province of Connaught was called.

In Connaught is the County of Galway. Sheep are raised in Galway. And it

has a rugged, wild seacoast.

It was on this coast that the wreck of part of the Spanish Armada took

place in 1588. For this reason there is still to be found, in this part

of Ireland, people of Spanish descent. And the fairies are said to love

the County of Galway. In Galway County is the District of Connemara.

Once upon a time there dwelt a powerful family named Conmac. In Irish

"Connemara" means "Seaside of the Conmacs," for it was this wild and

rocky shore that was used by these ancient royal people as their

seaside.

Connemara is called the Congested District of Ireland. The word

"congested" means "overcrowded." But in this case it does not mean that

the country is overcrowded with people. For the people are few here in

this wild land.

But the barren soil does not yield enough for those few people. And

there is much poverty in Connemara.

But there also are lakes of great beauty, and valuable marble, known

as Connemara marble. And there are fairies! Well do the fairies love

Connemara!

[Illustration: IRISH FARMER AND HIS SON PATCHING THE ROOF OF THEIR OLD

STONE HOUSE]

In Connemara there is a village, and in that village lived a boy named

Shaun O'Day.

Do you know the why of that name Shaun? It is the same as the name John.

But it is an Irish name. It is spelled "Sean" in Irish and pronounced

"hwan."

It is Jean in French, and Giovanni in Italian, and Hans in German, and

Ivan in Russian. It is Juan in Spanish, Jock in Scotch, and Johnny in

American.

It is a Hebrew word and has a very beautiful meaning: "Gift of God." Do

you wonder that so many boys all over the world are given the name

John?

Here we have the why and the wonder of the land of Shaun O'Day. So now

we shall hear of the strange things that befell this lad, who lived in

the Emerald Isle.

CHAPTER II

SHAUNEEN AND THE LEPRECHAUN

"Can you not catch the tiny clamor,

Busy click of an elfin hammer,

Voice of the Leprechaun ringing shrill

As he busily plies his trade?"

--W. B. YEATS

We have been speaking of the fairies and how they love Ireland.

The fairies are divided into tribes just the way Ireland itself is

divided into many districts, counties, and provinces.

There are many tribes of fairies, and these tribes are all quite

different from one another.

There are those who dress like the flowers; and those that change

themselves into various shapes. There are evil fairies and solitary

fairies.

You must always call them the "Good People," for they are easily

offended.

But if you believe in them and leave a bit of milk for them upon the

window sill, they will bring luck and happiness to you.

Now the fairy that we are going to meet in this story is called the

leprechaun, or fairy shoemaker. We are going to meet him, because if it

had not been for him, there would be no story at all.

The fairy shoemaker sits under a toadstool making tiny shoes. The word

"leprechaun" comes from two Irish words meaning "one shoe." The reason

he bears this name is because he is always working upon one shoe.

The leprechaun is quick and mysterious. He is also mischievous. And one

of his great pranks is stealing wee boys away.

He steals wee Irish boys away from their homes because they do work so

well. He makes them work for himself--this mischief-making fairy!

He will not bother with wee girls.

"Wee girls are not so strong as wee boys," says he.

So when you meet Shaun O'Day, you must not be surprised to find him

wearing a petticoat! You must not be surprised, because it is the fault

of the leprechaun.

You see, Shaun O'Day lived in a very western part of Ireland, in

Connemara, where fairies abound.

And in the village where he lived, the boys were all dressed in red

petticoats! They were dressed in red flannel petticoats until they

reached a tall and manly age.

[Illustration: HE WORE A FLANNEL PETTICOAT]

This was many years ago. And though they would not tell you why they

wore those petticoats, I am telling you 'twas because of the

leprechauns.

Every wee boy's mother feared the leprechaun. And so she dressed her boy

in the dress of the girl to trick that sly creature.

Boys were needed badly by the human folk. Why should the fairy folk be

taking them away?

Shaun had a good, kind father. He was a fisherman. Shaun's mother was

dead.

But Shaun and his father lived happily enough until one day Shaun's

father married again.

He married a woman who had four sons. Grown-up boys they were, and lazy.

Like the Queen in the story of Conn-eda, this woman was unkind. Little

love had she for Shaun, and she made him work hard.

Poor little lad! He was very young when he had to labor like a full

grown man, while the sons of his stepmother rested or played.

Shaun was always called Shauneen by his father, who loved him dearly.

"Shauneen" means "little Shaun." "Een" is the Irish for "little."

"Oh, Shauneen, lad," said the father, one night after his return from

sea, "'tis tired you look, and worn. Faith! Can the school work be so

hard?"

Shaun did not tell his father that the wicked stepmother had kept him

from school that day. He did not tell his father that she had made him

walk upon an errand, miles and miles away. He did not say that she had

beaten him when he returned.

Shaun was often tempted to tell these things to his good, kind father.

But he feared to cause the poor man sorrow.

"Sure, and 'twould be a pity to cause him grief, and he so good," the

lad had often thought to himself. "And I can bear it all, for have I not

himself to love me?"

Shauneen was a brave boy and felt that to whimper to his father would be

weak.

He was a sturdy little lad. His hair was Irish red and his cheeks were

bright and rosy from the damp, rainy wind. He was strong and manly.

He hated the red petticoat he was forced to wear. Often he had thought

of putting on the clothing of a real boy.

But always in his heart, as in the hearts of other village boys, there

was the fear of the leprechaun!

And if he were stolen away, what would his dear father do? His dear

father, who loved him!

It was only because of his father that Shauneen did not give himself to

the fairies.

He would not have been afraid of the fairies.

He would have liked them to take him away. They could not be so cruel as

his stepmother.

Sometimes Shaun's stepmother made him mind her baby. He had to carry it

upon his back. Many of the village boys did this sort of thing, and so

it was not the disgrace that it would be in a present-day city.

He often went down to the shore.

To-day as he approached the shore, he met a friend. This friend was a

girl, the daughter of a neighbor. Her name was Eileen. But Shauneen did

not call her that.

She was his little schoolgirl sweetheart, and he called her Dawn. He

called her Dawn because he told her that she was the dawn of day to him.

"Some day," he said, "'tis myself, Shaun O'Day, will marry you. Then you

will be in truth my Dawn O'Day."

To-day they looked out across the great ocean and dreamed of a new

world out there. They dreamed of America.

[Illustration: THEY FANCIED AMERICA]

And Shaun said, "When I am tall and strong, I shall take you in a ship

to America. Och, we'll be after building a houseen in the New Island!"

The New Island was their Irish name for America.

It was a rainy day, but they did not notice it. Rain is nothing to Irish

children. And as they talked together on the shore in the drizzling

rain, they heard a strange cry.

[Illustration: THEY HEARD A STRANGE CRY]

Louder grew the cry, and suddenly they saw men and women running toward

the shore. They heard the women wailing. They heard the tramp, tramp of

men's heavy boots.

Shaun stood up, with the baby on his back. He shaded his eyes and

looked.

[Illustration: SHAUN STOOD UP WITH THE BABY ON HIS BACK]

The girl stood, too. She gave a low cry.

"Och, Shauneen!" she moaned. "'Tis a fishing boat has been wrecked!

Och, the poor wives and children of the men 'twere in it!"

And she moaned and rocked back and forth.

The waters made a roaring sound. The sky was leaden gray. The men were

working, pulling in the wreck of the boat.

Shaun gave the baby to Eileen. Then the boy in his red petticoat

started to run.

[Illustration: HE STARTED TO RUN]

His feet were bare, but he could skim over those rough rocks like a wild

animal. His feet never had known shoes.

His ruddy face had gone white. He reached the group of working men and

moaning women. Then he fell upon his face, and a great sob came from his

heart.

Among the lost men was his own father!

[Illustration: HE FELL UPON HIS FACE]

CHAPTER III

COME AWAY

"Come away, O human child!

To the woods and waters wild,

With a fairy hand in hand."

--W. B. YEATS

The sea had taken away Shaun's only loved one.

Shaun O'Day stood upon the banks of the little lake near his village. He

stared out across the blue Irish lake. That morning his stepmother had

beaten him.

[Illustration: HE STARED OUT ACROSS THE BLUE IRISH LAKE]

It was several months since the sea accident had taken his father from

him. It was several sad, cruel months to the boy Shaun.

If it had not been for his little Dawn O'Day, Shaun would have run away.

He would have run and run--anywhere to get away from this life of hard

work and cruelty.

But he did not want to leave little Dawn O'Day. She pleaded with him to

stay. She was afraid of the fairies.

To-day he stood beside the lake, and he had a bundle by his side. It was

a bulky bundle. He had worked hard all that morning. He had helped the

men burn kelp.

Kelp is seaweed. The people burn it and make iodine from what is left of

it. Kelp burning is an important occupation in western Ireland.

Shaun had worked hard. His little rough hands burned. His little sturdy

body ached. He was hungry.

He had gone home and, seeing the family at dinner, he had helped himself

to potatoes.

His stepmother had cried, "Begob, and did I tell you to serve yourself?

Are you, indeed, the King himself?"

With that, she had beaten him.

Now Shaun stood upon the shore of that blue Irish lake near his village.

He had taken a suit of clothes belonging to one of his stepbrothers. A

suit of boy's clothes it was.

He would put it on. He would stand by the lake and call to the

leprechauns to take him away. He would work for the leprechauns. Yes,

willingly would he work and toil for the fairy folk!

He started to undo the paper in which he had wrapped the clothing. He

heard a sound and looked up. Eileen was standing before him. It was his

little Dawn O'Day.

"Shauneen, och, Shauneen!" she cried. "What is it you are about to do?

And why do you look that way?"

Shaun did not answer. He took her hand. They sat together on the bank of

the lake.

"Faith, speak to me, Shauneen!" cried the girl, the tears starting to

her eyes. "Speak and tell me that you are not after calling the lep--"

She stopped suddenly. One should not talk about them. They are easily

offended.

Shaun kept looking out across the lake, but he held the hand of his

little sweetheart. At last he spoke.

"Sure, I am leaving you, Dawn O'Day," he said.

As she started to cry out, he held up his hand and said, "No; do not

cry, for I cannot stay. But do not fear that I shall forget you. The

dream we made together shall come true. I'll be coming back to you. For

there's not a faireen like you in all the world, at all."

Dawn O'Day began to cry.

[Illustration: SHE PLEADED WITH HIM TO STAY]

She sobbed, "Och, don't be after leaving me! Don't be after going to

them. Och, 'tis themselves will be keeping you, and never will Dawn

O'Day see you again!"

Shaun laughed and stroked her little hand.

[Illustration: HE TOOK HER HAND]

"Troth, do not fret, mavourneen," he said. "Sure, you know well I'll be

writing to you, and never will I forget you, my Dawn O'Day."

The little girl knew that it was useless to say more. The boy stood up,

and she stood, too. They looked into each other's blue eyes.

[Illustration: "DO NOT FRET, MAVOURNEEN"]

And then Eileen ran as fast as she could. She ran away from her little

friend and sobbed as she ran. She thought she should never again see

her Shauneen.

The boy quickly changed his clothing. He tied a large rock to the red

petticoat and threw it into the lake. He stood there in the garments of

a boy.

[Illustration: HE TIED A ROCK TO THE PETTICOAT]

He held out his arms and cried, "Come, leprechauns! Sure, I'm ready to

go with you!"

There was no fear in his heart. Any other boy in that village would have

trembled at doing such a thing. But other boys were contented at home.

Other boys had mothers and fathers and good homes. They did not want to

be stolen away. Shauneen was not afraid.

He stood and called as he stood. He was straight and strong. He would

make a splendid helper for a shoemaker. Why did the fairy shoemakers not

come and take him? He stood there until dusk. Then he grew tired and lay

down to sleep. He slept long. It was early dawn when he awoke.

He stood once more and called out, "I am ready to go. Come, leprechauns,

come!"

[Illustration: "COME, LEPRECHAUNS! I'M READY TO GO"]

But not a one came. And the lad was puzzled.

Now Shaun was keen. He was one who thought and planned. He did not

intend to go back to his stepmother.

He began to wonder whether the tale of the leprechauns was true. Had

anyone ever really seen one? Only old Patch, the village shoemaker, and

he was half-witted.

But no one had been with Patch when he had seen the leprechaun. No one

ever had seen the fairies; but they all believed. They believed so much

that they were in daily dread of them.

They left milk upon window sills and made charms to keep the fairies

from doing evil. They dressed their boys in red petticoats.

But Shaun would never again wear a red petticoat. He would never again

return to his stepmother.

Even if the fairies did not steal him, he would never return. He would

go somewhere. Perhaps to the "New Island"--America! As he was thinking

these thoughts, he found himself walking toward the shore. There was a

weak light in the sky. The rugged shore was blue in the haze of dawn.

The boy could see a boat. Men were hauling things and making ready to

set off for somewhere. Shaun was quick, and before he knew what he had

done he had slid into the boat.

He crouched upon the bottom, under a seat. He made himself as small as a

bundle of rags.

He lay very still. He felt the boat leave the shore and he heard the men

talking and singing. The water rolled the boat about, and sometimes the

spray came in and wet the men.

But Shaun was dry and warm under the seat. He hardly breathed.

CHAPTER IV

THE STRANGE LAND

"Out of the old world

Into the new,

True land or fairyland,

Say, which are you?"

"Shaun O'Day has been stolen by the leprechauns!" That was the whisper

that buzzed all about the village the next day.

Little Eileen, with swollen eyes, told her mother how she had left the

lad on the bank of the lake. She told how he had planned to put on the

clothing of a boy and call the fairies. She wept as she told how brave

he had been and how he had promised to write to her.

Her mother smiled sadly and said, "Och, the poor lad will never write!

Never will Ireland see himself again! Sure, it's lost he is, and he

standing by the banks of that lake in the clothing of a man child! For

the fairies do be looking for his likes. Well pleased were they surely

to find him!"

She sighed, and so did all the rest of the village folk. They all left

milk upon their window sills that night.

They spoke together of the Good People and said, "God bless them!"

For, you see, they wanted to win the good will of the fairies.

Shaun's stepmother was as certain as any of the rest that the boy had

been stolen.

She said, "And luck to the Good People! May they work the lazy lad and

make a man of him!"

She was not sorry for Shaun. But she was sorry for herself that he was

not there to work for her any more.

In a few months nobody spoke of Shaun in the village. He was forgotten.

He was forgotten by all but little Eileen. She thought of him each day.

And ofttimes she went to the lake and talked to the blue waters. She

asked them where the fairies had taken her Shauneen.

But the wind only blew ripples over the blue waters of the lake. And the

trees sighed, and Eileen ran home crying.

She did not tell her mother. She kept her secret in her heart and kept

her heart open for Shauneen.

Then one day after many months, a letter came to the town. It was for

Eileen. It came from a strange land; and everyone in the village was

curious about it.

Some of the old folks in the village did not know English. They spoke

only Irish. But the children in the village all knew English, for they

studied it in school.

The letter to Eileen was written in English. The little girl ran to the

side of the blue lake. She opened the letter with trembling fingers.

This is what she read:

"Dawn O'Day, I have traveled far. The many lands I've seen and the many

strange things would open wide your eyes. I am in a fairy city. The

lights at night do be shining like the stars. And the noise is like a

thousand thunders.

"But the shoemaker is kind. I work hard, but I am paid a handsome sum.

And I study at night in a fine school. I am happy but for the sorrow of

leaving you. Keep in your heart your faith, for I'll be coming back to

get you.

"Your Shaun."

When Eileen walked back to the village with her letter clasped in her

hand, a crowd of children surrounded her.

"And what is in it?" shouted one.

"Are the fairies themselves writing to you?" laughed another.

Eileen shook her curls and would not answer.

One cried, "Och, you cannot keep it secret at all, at all! 'Tis from

himself--Shaun O'Day, and 'tis from America!"

The crowd set up a loud roar. "Yes, yes, we know! From America! We saw

the mark! 'Tis a fine secret you'd keep, Eileen!"

Eileen's face became red with anger.

"Stop!" she cried. "'Tis not true! He's with the fairies! He's in a

fairy city! 'Tis himself says so!"

But the crowd only laughed the more loudly. "Ho! A fairy city! And why,

then, is the letter marked with the mark of America?"

Eileen had wondered, too, about this. She wondered about the postmark.

It said "U.S.A." And that meant United States of America.

"'Tis a trick of the fairies!" she cried, believing it herself. "A trick

to put us off their track! 'Tis himself that's working for the fairy

shoemaker in a fairy city!"

She then told them what Shaun had said about the lights at night and the

thunder noise. She told how he was receiving pay for his work and about

the school to which he went.

They stopped shouting and listened. Their jaws fell open. They were

forced to believe that Shaun was truly in the land of the leprechaun!

Still, some were doubtful and went away wagging their heads and

sneering.

"'Tis said that in great cities in the New World such things do be,"

said one.

But Eileen was happy. No matter where Shaun was, she knew that he was

well. She knew that he thought of her and that they would meet again

some day.

Letters came often after that. In each one were tales of great wonder.

Even the most doubtful of the villagers had to admit that the boy was

with the fairies.

He told of strange people, of amusements, of towers touching the sky,

and of sights that dazzled his eyes.

Shaun had traveled all the way to a big American city. A bright, strong

lad was he.

He could always find ways of working himself along. On ships and

trains, in motors, and upon his two feet he traveled.

When he arrived in the strange city across the sea, he sold papers on

the streets.

His clear Irish voice rang out with its brogue. Many persons smiled as

they listened to the fresh young voice of Shaun O'Day from Connemara.

But one man stopped and spoke to the lad. He, too, was an Irishman. He

spoke kindly to Shaun.

The boy told him about his trip and the strangeness he felt in this new

land. So this Irishman, Pat O'Leary, took Shaun to his shop.

Pat O'Leary was a shoemaker. He had a tiny shop on a side street in the

great city. Here he worked at his trade and lived in a dingy room in the

back of the shop.

'Twas thus that Shaun O'Day found a home. And 'twas thus that he started

to work for a shoemaker. Pat O'Leary was not a fairy shoemaker. But a

good fairy was he to the Irish lad.

He was wrinkled and bent. He might have been an old leprechaun who had

lost his way upon earth. He was jolly and smiling, with a joke ever upon

his lips.

Shaun lived and worked with Pat and was happy. At night he went to

school in the big city and learned many things.

The bright lights, flickering on and off, made him blink his eyes. The

tall towers and buildings made his neck stiff with looking up.

The noise of the traffic and whistles and motors and people made his

ears tingle.

But he loved it and wrote each week to his little friend in Ireland and

told her of the magic of it all. He told it with a twinkle in his Irish

eyes as he wrote.

He knew she would think he was with the fairies. He knew she, too, would

think this big city fairyland if she were here with him.

So he smiled to himself as he wrote to her. And the smiles tumbled down

from his lips to the paper on which he wrote.

And when Eileen received the letters those same smiles jumped up and

settled on her own two pretty lips. She liked to think that her Shaun

was in a fairy city. He knew she would like to think it.

So he went on telling her about the wonders, without ever saying he was

in the city of New York.

It was a simple jest. He would not have deceived her for worlds. But

that twinkle made him play with her. It made him write letters that read

like fairy tales.

And sometimes he wrote verse like this:

Towers tall

Make Shauneen small

Feel like nothing

At all, at all!

Years went by. One day a very small girl came into the shoemaker's

shop.

Shaun was growing to be a tall boy now. He was tall and manly. But the

Irish bloom was still on his face, with the smile of his country.

A very small girl came into the shop with her nurse. While the nurse

talked to Pat O'Leary, the little miss came over and sat upon a stool by

the side of Shaun O'Day.

He gave her his Irish smile. She gave him a friendly American smile.

She was a pretty, blond baby, with teeth as white as milk and eyes the

brown of tree bark.

It was not long before the Irish lad was telling her the stories of his

land. She sat spellbound while he talked of the fairies. He worked upon

a shoe while he talked.

[Illustration: TELLING STORIES OF HIS LAND]

He told her about the leprechaun. And she thought he might be one, from

the way he looked as he worked upon that shoe.

[Illustration: HE WORKED UPON ONE SHOE WHILE HE TALKED]

Then her nurse called, "Come, Marjorie. We must go!" Marjorie did not

want to go. She stamped her little foot.

"Come, now," begged Nurse, "and to-morrow we will be coming back."

You see, Nurse was Irish, too, and she loved to talk with Pat O'Leary.

Marjorie could twine Nurse about her little finger and make her do as

she wished. Marjorie could make almost everybody do as she wished, for

she was sweet and pretty, and she had dimples.

[Illustration: MARJORIE]

But sometimes she was very stubborn and naughty. Then she did not look

so pretty. Her dimple did not seem to be a fairy ripple when she was

cross.

Marjorie and Nurse left the shop. All that day, Marjorie thought of the

Irish lad's tales.

The next day they came again, and the next, and the next. Marjorie

loved to go to the shop each day and listen to the tales of Shaun O'Day.

But one day a frightful thing happened. Marjorie's dimple was looking

more like a smudge of dirt than like a fairy ripple.

It was evening. Marjorie heard the water running for her bath.

She stamped her foot at Nurse and cried, "I won't take a bath!"

When Nurse called to her that the bath was ready, Marjorie was nowhere

to be found. She had run away from her home.

Marjorie ran to the shop of Pat O'Leary, straight to Shaun O'Day.

Shaun was surprised and shocked to see the little girl alone and at

such a late hour. He was just starting off for his school.

Marjorie wanted the lad to tell her tales. But he shook his head.

"Sure, 'tis the wicked child you are, Miss Marjorie," he said. "And 'tis

myself will carry you back to your home."

So saying, he picked her up under his arm and took her to her home.

Imagine how surprised her parents were when they saw this sight at their

door.

There was Shaun, the red-haired Irish lad, standing with their wee

daughter tucked under his big arm. She was kicking and squealing like a

little pig.

[Illustration: KICKING AND SQUEALING LIKE A LITTLE PIG]

"Begging your pardon, sir," said Shaun to Marjorie's father, "I've

brought you the young lady of the house!"

Marjorie was sent upstairs to bed. I do not know whether her mother

spanked her, but I think she did not. Her mother spoiled her the way

everyone else did.

Downstairs, Shaun told Marjorie's father how she had come to the shop.

Her father asked Shaun to sit down. He liked the boy. He asked Shaun

about his life. Marjorie's father wanted to know about Ireland, too.

Shaun talked with his slow brogue. His blue eyes twinkled with the truth

there was in them.

Marjorie's father asked Shaun, "Would you not like to change your home?

Come and work for me in this house. I will have you taught the work of a

butler, if you will come here and stay. You shall tell Marjorie tales

every day."

You see, her father was another who wanted to do everything in the world

for this little American Princess.

So it came about that Shaun changed his home and his work. He left the

shop of Pat O'Leary. And a letter came to Dawn O'Day in Ireland.

It said: "So here I am in the house of a fairy Princess. She did wave

her wand, and I was brought to live here by her father. 'Tis a good man

he is, too. And I love the baby Princess well and do be pleasing her

with tales of old Ireland.

"I'm learning the trade of a butler. I'm after serving themselves out of

golden goblets and glass plates the color of Ireland's green. The table

shines with bright crystal and silver. The food is beautiful to look

upon.

"Then the pay I do get is indeed grand. 'Tis all to be saved for our

wedding day, mavourneen."

CHAPTER V

THE FRIGHTENED GIANT

A giant did call at a fairy ball

With the wee folk he wanted to play,

But as soon as he lifted his clumsy arm

He frightened the fairies away.

Then back they all came and they played their game,

And the giant once more tried to play,

But so quick and so light were the fairies bright

They frightened the giant away.

When Marjorie's nurse went out, it was Shaun who took Marjorie to play

in the park. Sometimes they stayed in the big gardens of Marjorie's

home, and Shaun told stories.

[Illustration: SHAUN TOLD MARJORIE STORIES IN THE GARDEN]

But occasionally the little girl liked to go where she would meet her

friends.

On such a day Shaun and Marjorie were playing ball with the children in

the park. They were throwing the ball to one another.

Shaun was standing among them like a giant. He was trying to be gentle

as he threw the ball. But all at once his strength let go and over the

tree tops went the ball.

"O-oh, what a terrible throw!" sneered a small boy.

Shaun ran and brought back the ball. He tried to be more careful. But

once he threw it into the duck pond, and at last he lost it altogether.

He heard a child snickering as he came back from an unsuccessful search.

Marjorie said, "Let's go home. I'm tired, anyway."

She looked cross, but she did not say a word to Shaun on the way home.

That night Shaun was dressing to help the butler serve dinner. He looked

at his big hands.

He looked at his strong arms and sighed, "Och! Shaun O'Day is too big to

be the playmate of a fairy princess!"

But he did not worry until later.

Then that evening when he was helping wash dishes, the cook said, "Watch

out, boy. You'll break the dishes yet, with your big, clumsy hands."

He tried so hard to be careful. He tried too hard, perhaps, for what

cook had warned him of came to pass. He broke a precious cup and saucer.

The other servants said nothing, but smiled behind their hands.

Cook, however, cautioned, "Mind you don't do that again, boy."

Shaun went to his room with a heavy heart that night. What was the

matter? Was he too big, too clumsy?

Would he never learn to be deft and quick like Perkins the butler? Or

neat and brisk like the chauffeur Paul?

Oh, well, he could only try. He could be very careful. But anyway,

Marjorie still loved his tales.

He could tell stories and amuse the Princess. That was one thing none of

the others could do. He fell asleep smiling.

A few days later, Marjorie told him that she was planning a birthday

party. She told him about all the amusements they were to have. Many

children were to be asked.

They would have ice cream and cake and chocolate in the garden under

the trees. Shaun would serve them.

They would play games, and Shaun would tell them stories. Oh, that was

to be the best part of all, Marjorie thought.

Shaun and the little girl planned the party together. Shaun suggested an

Irish game, and Marjorie said it would be fun to play it.

So the day arrived. It was a shiny spring day. It was a pretty sight to

see the little boys and girls running about and playing together in the

green garden.

Marjorie cried out, "Come now! Shaun will show you how to play his

game."

And the tall lad stood among the little children. He tried to make them

understand what fun it was to play an old Irish game.

It was a game that Shaun had played and that Shaun's father had played

and perhaps Shaun's father's father.

But these young Americans did not like it. They said so. They turned

their backs and refused to play it.

So Marjorie said, "Then Shaun will tell us a story."

The children gathered around Shaun and he began: "Once upon a time in

old Ireland--"

"Will there be any wars in the story?" asked one of the children--a boy,

of course.

Shaun twinkled and replied, "Perhaps."

[Illustration: "ONCE UPON A TIME IN OLD IRELAND"]

Then he went on. He was telling a fairy tale. The boys began to realize

that it was not about wild Indians and wars. They twisted and fidgeted.

They dug their heels into the ground, and one boy pinched another. He

squealed aloud.

"S-sh!" said one girl. "Stop making that noise!"

But the boys did not want to listen.

One boy stood up and said, "Who wants to hear about fairies?"

"I don't! I don't!" yelled the others.

Marjorie frowned.

The boys ran away, shouting, "Come on! Let's play robbers."

Marjorie said, "They would have liked Shaun's story. They should have

listened. It was awf'lly 'citing! But he hardly started to tell it."

By this time the group was scattered. Even the little girls were

whispering together.

Shaun got up and walked away. He walked to a bench at the other end of

the garden and sat down. He was thinking very deeply.

He sat there until he heard his name called. He had to go into the house

to help bring out ice cream and cake and chocolate to Marjorie's guests.

As he served little ice cream boats and flowers and animals, his

thoughts were far away. The crystal and gold of the plates and goblets

did not seem so lovely as before.

Everything on the table swam before Shaun's eyes. Even the children's

faces seemed blurred. He heard their talk and laughter in a dream.

He was very unhappy.

"Oh, Shaun, do look what you're doing!" cried a voice in distress.

Shaun looked in horror at what he had done. He had poured hot chocolate

over the tablecloth. It was trickling down over a little girl's dress.

Perkins the butler grabbed the chocolate pot out of Shaun's hand.

He muttered, "Clumsy fellow!" and started mopping up.

The little girl began to cry.

Shaun went into the kitchen for a fresh napkin. When he came out to the

party again, he heard the children snickering and whispering among

themselves. As he approached the table, they stopped. He knew they were

making sport of his clumsiness.

He looked at Marjorie. There were tears in her brown eyes, and she was

biting her lip. That night Shaun packed his few things and left a letter

for Marjorie.

[Illustration: THERE WERE TEARS IN MARJORIE'S BROWN EYES]

He told her that he was too clumsy to stay in the home of a princess any

longer. He told her that he should never forget her kindness to him.

Then he wrote another letter and put a stamp on it. He walked out of

the big house with the letter in one hand and his old Irish carpet bag

in the other.

He walked along the bright city streets until he came to a mail box. He

kissed the letter and then dropped it into the box.

Dawn O'Day read the letter a few weeks later in Ireland.

This is what it said:

"My Dawn O'Day--

"At last I am leaving the fairy folk. My fingers have grown too clumsy

and my arms too big for the dainty likes of the Good People. Those

elves, the children of this bright world, do not be wanting Shaun O'Day

any more.

"And so, little Eileen, I am coming back to you and Ireland. And in my

pocket is silver and gold to buy us a wedding and a cottage.

"But the cottage will not be in that New Island. 'Twill be in the old

Emerald Isle.

"Your Shaun."

Shaun sold everything he had but an old suit of clothes. He bought a

ticket on a boat going to England and sailed away from New York.

As the big ship left behind her the great American city, the Irish lad

saluted and murmured, "Farewell, fairyland. 'Tis too grand you are for

the likes of a simple lad like me. But, och, a wonderful, great

fairyland you are!"

Slowly the stately harbor disappeared from view.

PART II

CHAPTER

VI JOHN

"Come cuddle close in Daddy's coat

Beside the fire so bright,

And hear about the fairy folk

That wander in the night."

--ROBERT BIRD

It is to-day in Ireland. Shaun O'Day is married to Eileen. He has made

her his Dawn O'Day.

They have built a cottage near the banks of that blue Irish lake. They

live there with their children.

Shaun and Dawn O'Day have three children. Their youngest is a red-haired

baby girl with the eyes and the name of her mother.

Their oldest is a lanky, freckle-faced lad who wears the cast-off

trousers of his father. No more do tall boys wear the petticoats of

girls. They are not afraid of the leprechaun when they reach the age of

ten or twelve years.

But their mothers still keep them dressed as girls when they are small.

And that is why we find John, the second son of Shaun O'Day, in a red

petticoat. He looks very much the way Shaun himself had looked at that

age.

John had been christened Shaun. But they call him John, because it is

to-day in Ireland. Young Shaun was called John O'Day.

John had the ruddy complexion given most of these village lads by the

wind and rain. But he was not as tough and strong as his father had

been. He did not have to work. He could come home from school and do as

he pleased. Sometimes, of course, he ran errands for his mother or

helped her with household chores. But usually he would go to the shores

of the lake and think.

Shaun once found his son thus. He went up to John quietly. He put his

hand on the lad's shoulder. John jumped and stood erect, his face white.

"Och, why do you jump with such a great fear, my lad?" asked the father.

John sat down again. He was ashamed. He did not speak.

"Tell me, lad: What is it you fear?" asked the father.

[Illustration: HE WOULD GO TO THE SHORES OF THE LAKE]

Then John told his father how some boy in the village had started a

tale. The lad had told how, many years ago, Shaun had been stolen away

by the leprechauns.

John told how it had happened on the shores of this very lake. He would

not believe it and said so.

Still he often lay on his back by the lake and wondered whether it could

be true. Now he asked Shaun to tell him.

Shaun stroked his rough chin. The twinkle he had had as a boy was there

in his eyes still. He looked at little John beside him.

"Och, Johneen!" he laughed with his musical laugh. "'Tis indeed a true

story."

John's eyes grew big. He stared at his father as though Shaun himself

might be one of the Good People.

Then he spread out the red petticoat on the ground. He knew that the red

petticoat would protect him.

Shaun looked in amusement at the boy's frightened eyes. Then he grew

sober.

He said, "You must not fear the Good People, Johneen!"

John wet his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. He came up closer to

his father.

"But didn't they make you work for themselves?" he whispered. "And

weren't they after stealing you away, and you wearing the clothes of a

boy?"

"Yes, yes," agreed Shaun. But he took his little son's hand and stroked

it. "And now," he went on, "if you'll listen, I'll tell you the story."

Shaun began, "When I was a lad I was not so fortunate as you, Johneen.

I had to work hard. I was beaten and had not enough to eat. So I

determined to go with the leprechaun. I put on the clothes of a boy. I

stood by the lake. But never a fairy came at all, at all.

"I was tired and slept, and when I awoke 'twas dawn. I ran to the shore

in a daze. I jumped into a boat. I was carried away. Through many

countries and on many seas I traveled.

"At last I landed in the fairy city. 'Twas there I met the leprechaun

himself."

John's hand squeezed the hand of his father. He edged up closer to the

big man.

"But do not be thinking that this leprechaun was wicked," continued

Shaun. "No, indeed. Kind he was, and good to me. I worked on the mending

of shoes and was paid in silver.

"Then did I work for a little princess in the home of her father. Good

People they were, too. And the sight of the beauty of that home would

surely have dazzled you.

"Among the precious treasures of that house I worked. With the treasured

little Princess did I play until at last--"

Here the big man stopped. His voice grew low and soft. He dropped his

head.

John asked in a hushed whisper, "Yes--and what happened?"

"Och, well--lad--I came back to old Ireland. Your mother was waiting for

me."

Then Shaun arose and placed his hand on John's shoulder.

He continued, "But remember, son, that the Good People will not harm

you. Do not be afraid, at all, for well do they love us. And I do

believe that they steal the wee boys because they love them so."

Shaun told this tale to the lad John, so he would never again fear the

fairies.

And so well did the plan succeed that John began to love the Good

People. Over and over, he thought of what Shaun had told him.

He tried to imagine what the baby Princess looked like. He would shut

his eyes and try to picture the wonders of that fairy city.

One day he found himself pretending that he was flying over the city. He

started and jumped to his feet.

Why had he been doing this? Did he, too, want to go away with the

fairies? Of course not. Why should he want to leave his home, his good

parents, his brother and sister?

Laughing aloud, he went back to the cottage. He did not visit the lake

for several days.

Then one morning, he was walking by himself in the sunshine. The little

sparkling beams of sun made him think of the lights his father had told

him about in the strange city.

Suddenly he found himself on the banks of the lake. He was on the

opposite shore. He sat down.

He wondered whether the leprechaun would steal him if he should wear

the clothes of his big brother. The brightness of the day and the bird

songs made him light of heart. They gave him courage.

"Sure, I'll try," he exclaimed to the blue waters of the lake.

What harm to try? Suppose they took him. It would be fun to visit

fairyland. He could always come back. His father came back.

In his new enthusiasm, John stood on the bank and held out his arms

crying, "Come, fairy Good Folk! Take me away. I do be wanting to see the

wonders of your land!"

But the gentle lapping of the lake was the only answer to his cry. Then

John realized that he was standing in the red petticoat. He smiled.

"They'll not be wanting girls, at all," he reasoned.

[Illustration: "THEY'LL NOT BE WANTING GIRLS AT ALL"]

Next day, before anyone in the cottage was astir, John slipped out of

the door. He was clad in a suit belonging to his older brother. The

trousers hung very low, but he tucked them up. He pulled a cap down over

his face.

He ran all the way to the opposite shore of the lake. His heart was

pounding, and his breath came in gasps.

He threw himself down on the ground to rest. Bird sounds were all about,

and a rustling of leaves. The water was lap-lapping as always.

CHAPTER VII

THE GIRL FAIRY

"To the fairyland afar

Where the Little People are."

--ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Marjorie was now grown up. She looked quite different from the tiny

golden-haired girl Shaun had known. She was a tall, slender young lady.

Her dimple still became a fairy ripple when she was happy. When she was

cross, it still seemed a smudge of dirt.

Marjorie was often cross now. The reason was a strange one. She had too

much to make her happy. She had loving parents and a beautiful home. She

had many friends who adored her.

She was very beautiful, too. Everything lovely belonged to Marjorie.

Even wealth was hers.

Her father gave her everything she asked for. She had an automobile. She

had a beautiful glossy horse to ride.

She went to jolly parties, and all the boys wanted to dance with her.

They sent her boxes of chocolate creams and rare flowers.

[Illustration: MARJORIE WAS NOW GROWN UP]

But Marjorie was not happy with all this. She wanted the one thing that

she could not have.

Often she spoke about Shaun O'Day. He had written to her from Ireland

when he returned. He had sent her a shamrock and his picture. After

that, she had never heard from him again.

She had cried bitterly for many days after Shaun's departure. She had

blamed her rude companions for having insulted the Irish lad. She wanted

him back.

But of course Shaun never went back to America. He was too happy in

Ireland. You know why he was happy. He had his Dawn O'Day and his little

children.

So he hardly ever thought of the baby Princess in "fairyland." He was

too busy working hard to make a living for his family. He had so little

money. But it did not make him unhappy. Sometimes it is a good thing

when people have to work. It makes them happy.

You see how discontented Marjorie was. And she had so much! But she

finally found a wish that seemed impossible to grant.

When she knew that she might never have Shaun again, she wanted him more

than ever. She pleaded with her father to send for him. But that was one

thing her father would not do.

He knew that the lad could never be happy in this land. He knew that

Shaun had the dreams of Ireland in his heart. Shaun belonged in Ireland.

[Illustration: SHAUN HAD THE DREAMS OF IRELAND]

Many years passed, and Marjorie never forgot Shaun. She often looked at

the young men who danced with her or who took her to the theater.

She often thought, "He is not so nice as Shaun O'Day!"

She imagined Shaun even finer than he was. She had really forgotten what

he was like, and she made a prince of him in her thoughts.

"I shall never be happy until I find Shaun O'Day once more!" she said.

One day Marjorie asked her father if he would take her abroad. She

wanted to visit the countries of Europe. Her father consented, and the

family sailed away on a fine ship.

They were going to France and Germany and Italy and many other

countries. They had not thought of going to Ireland. But Marjorie knew

that they were going to Ireland!

And in Ireland, poor little John O'Day sat by the lake waiting for the

fairies. He had waited there for many days. At first he sat very still

with the clumsy trousers rolled up his legs and the big cap falling over

his eyes.

He sat still and listened for a sound. He heard only the lake lapping.

Then he began to bring his books along. He liked the books about Ireland

that they gave him at school.

He thought the pictures of Dublin and Belfast looked very like that

fairy city of which his father had told. He looked at those pictures for

hours and hours. And he waited there by the banks.

[Illustration:--LOOKED AT THOSE PICTURES FOR HOURS AND HOURS]

He always changed to his red petticoat before he went home. He did not

want anyone to know what he was doing. Some might laugh at him.

His mother would be frightened and hold him close. She might make him

promise never to do it again. Then he would never see the fairies.

His brother could not imagine what had become of his old suit of

clothes. He had to wear his Sunday suit until he could make enough money

to buy a new suit. But the days slipped by, and the boy waited in vain

for the leprechaun. The longing for adventure was great in his heart.

One day he stepped to the edge of the lake and cried out in a loud

voice, "Arrah, 'tis long I've waited and tired I am! Come, Good Folk,

come! Give to the son of Shaun O'Day the great wonders of your fairy

powers!"

As his voice died down, he stepped back from the edge of the water. He

looked about cautiously. Then his heart gave a leap. He had heard a tiny

sound. It was not the lapping lake. It was not the wind in the trees.

It was surely a fairy. And as he was thinking these thoughts, he saw

her.

She came gliding over the ground like a rainbow. Her gown was lavender

and blue, flowing and billowy. Her dainty little shoes were snow-white.

And her hair was spun gold.

A many-colored scarf twined about her neck and fluttered in the breeze.

There was a beautiful perfume in the air as she appeared.

The boy backed into the bushes. He stared out at the lovely vision. His

eyes were wild with fear.

[Illustration: HE STARED OUT AT THE LOVELY VISION]

The beautiful creature came closer. She held out her hand and smiled.

Her hand was snow-white. Her smile was a sunbeam, with a dimple in it.

"Do not be afraid," said her clear, sweet voice. "You called the

fairies, son of Shaun O'Day?"

John nodded, but could not speak. His mouth was dry.

"I have come at your command," she smiled. Then she led John out and

looked at him for a long time. She was smiling kindly. At last she

spoke.

"You are the son of Shaun O'Day. And I am the fairy Princess who once

stole Shaun from the leprechaun. I used to hear his fine stories of

Ireland. I loved to listen to him. He used to play with me in fairyland.

Did he tell you?"

John looked into her sparkling brown eyes and said, "Sure, and he did.

He told me about it all. And I did be wanting to go with the fairies,

too."

She laughed a silvery laugh and put her arm about John. "And so you

shall," she said. "Come with me. Let me show you to our fairy chariot."

She led him away. They walked for quite a while until they came to a

dusty road. It was a road on which many donkey carts travel, but few

automobiles.

She drew him to the side of a shining automobile. It was the most

beautiful thing John had ever seen.

"Enter, Shaun," said the girl fairy.

John looked at her for just an instant with a question on his lips. She

had called him Shaun. Why?

[Illustration: "YOU ARE THE SON OF SHAUN O'DAY"]

But she stopped his question and said, "We shall fly over the ground

now. Hold on tight."

For the next hour, the boy John hardly breathed with excitement. He was

being carried over the ground faster than ever he had gone in his life.

Trees and fields and pigs and donkeys flew by. Thatched cottages seemed

to dart out at them and then disappear.

The girl fairy sat at the big wheel of the car and only smiled at him

occasionally. She said never a word.

At last they drew up at the side of a lonely road. She stopped the

flying car. She turned to him.

She said, "Now Shauneen, what do you want me to do for you?"

John took a deep breath and clutched the side of the car.

Then he answered slowly, "Faith! I'm after longing to visit fairyland."

The girl fairy's smile vanished for a moment. Then she took his hand in

hers and spoke seriously.

"Shauneen," she said, "I cannot take you there. But I can show you a

land as beautiful as fairyland. I can take you all about your own land,

Ireland. Do you know that the poets have called Ireland fairyland? Do

you know that there is no greener spot on earth?"

John's eyes glowed.

He answered, "Indeed, I do know it. And I'm forever seeing the pictures

in the school books. Sure, I do believe I'd rather be seeing Ireland

than any fairyland at all!"

[Illustration: "ENTER, SHAUN," SAID THE GIRL FAIRY]

"Good!" laughed the girl fairy. Then she grew serious again as she said,

"But Shauneen, you must promise your fairy that you will not speak of

this to anyone at all. You must also ask your father to come to the

shore of the lake to-morrow morning while you are at school. Tell him

that there is some one who would speak with him on a serious matter. But

do not say any more. If you obey these two commands, your fairy will

come again. She will come for you on the shores of the lake. She will

take you to all parts of your own beautiful country."

John promised to carry out her wishes. Again they flew over the ground

until at last they were back at the spot whence they had started.

Then John stepped out of the glistening automobile. The girl fairy threw

him a kiss and was off in a cloud of dust.

CHAPTER VIII

OVER THE GREEN LAND

Above is so blue

And below is so green;

We are sailing away

In our flying machine.

John was in school. But his mind was not on his lessons. For the first

time, the letters in his book swam before his eyes. The teacher's voice

seemed far away.

He was thinking of the girl fairy and of his coming trip with her. She

had told him to say nothing, and he must obey her. But he could not help

thinking about her. Surely she was good and would let no harm befall

him.

His father had told him that the Good People were kind and loved little

boys. So he smiled and paid no attention to his school work.

The teacher set him in a corner with a dunce's cap on his head.

In the meantime, John's father was walking to the shore of the lake. He

wondered who wanted to see him. John had told him that it was an

important matter.

He scratched his red head and puzzled. He waited on the banks of the

lake until he heard a light step behind him.

He turned and saw John's girl fairy. She walked over to him silently. He

jumped up and looked at her. Shaun thought he had never seen so

exquisite a being. She spoke.

"You are Shaun O'Day," she said softly. She held out something and

continued, "Please take this."

Shaun took from her graceful white hand a slip of paper. She kept

looking into his eyes.

"Read it, Shaun," she said.

Shaun opened the paper. His eyes fell on his own boyish handwriting and

a shamrock pasted across the top of the letter.

"Faith, 'tis a letter I wrote, myself, when I was a lad!" he exclaimed.

[Illustration: O'CONNELL STREET AND NELSON'S COLUMN, DUBLIN]

The girl fairy only smiled and kept looking into Shaun's eyes.

"Begob!" he suddenly shouted, looking hard at the girl fairy. "'Tis

Miss Marjorie, the baby Princess!"

"Yes, Shaun," answered Marjorie happily. "'Tis Marjorie come all the way

from fairyland to see you."

Then the two sat down on the bank. Shaun took off his coat and spread it

on the ground for the girl to sit upon. They talked and laughed and

remembered old times together.

Suddenly Marjorie grew serious and said, "Shaun, I have seen your son!"

Shaun looked surprised.

Marjorie continued, "Shaun, I want you to help me. I want to give a

great pleasure to your little John."

Then she told Shaun how John had seen her the previous day. She told

how John had believed her to be a fairy. She told Shaun that she had

promised to take the little lad on a trip through Ireland.

[Illustration: DUBLIN IS QUAINT AND ANCIENT]

She finished by saying, "I want to make him happy, Shaun, as you made

me, long ago. Will you say that I may take him?"

Shaun's eyes were moist. He felt very grateful to the girl.

He replied in a low voice, "Och, Miss Marjorie, you are indeed no fairy,

but a great good angel!"

Marjorie jumped up gayly and cried, "Then you will let him go with me,

Shaun?"

"And sure you know well I will, Miss Marjorie. 'Tis a great good you

will be doing for my lad. It is surely," he said.

Marjorie looked very serious then. And she bowed her head.

Her words were whispers as she said, "If it is a great good, then it is

the first great good I have ever done. I have been very selfish, Shaun.

Everyone has always done for me. This is the first time I have ever done

something to give some one else pleasure. And, oh," she suddenly clasped

her hands together and smiled radiantly, "it is a wonderful feeling! It

has made me happy, Shaun."

She kissed his rough brown hand and turned on her dainty heel. She fled

before Shaun could utter a sound.

"Well, begob, begorra!" he at last sputtered, scratching his head and

wrinkling his nose. "Now isn't it a great wonder?"

Then, as if some breeze had contradicted him, he nodded his head and

said loudly, "It is surely!"

It was several days before Marjorie's next visit to the lake.

Although the little boy John went thither daily and waited longingly, no

girl fairy appeared. But he never doubted that she would come. He knew

she would keep her promise. And she did.

At last, one day, she came tripping over the ground, laughing and

calling, "Shauneen, Shauneen, 'tis I!"

John trembled. But he smiled at her and held out his hand.

To-day she was not dressed in fluttering, light-colored garments.

Instead, she had on a brown leather coat. She wore a little round cap.

She carried a small coat, which she held out to John.

"Put this on quickly and come, for our air chariot awaits us," she

exclaimed, helping John put on the fine warm coat.

Again they walked to the shining white automobile, and then they drove

and drove. At last they came to a large field. It was an air port, a

place where airplanes land.

The girl stopped her car. John saw a winged machine standing in the

center of the field. It was a strange, terrible thing to the boy John.

"Come," said Marjorie, taking him by the hand. "It is our airplane. We

shall fly over the green land together!"

An airplane! John had seen airplanes before, but never like this. He had

seen them circling far up in the sky.

He could often hear the whirring sound they made. They usually were so

high that they looked to the lad like small birds.

But this one was a monster. There was a pilot ready to start the plane

and carry them off. They stepped inside the monster. John sat beside

Marjorie, and she held his hand. He edged up close to her.

The plane's motor started. They began to rise from the ground. Oh, it

was like being a bird, John thought. It was even like being a fairy.

He stole a glance at the girl fairy. She was beaming at him.

"Do you like this, Shauneen?" she asked.

"Faith, 'tis surely a great wonder! And you the good angel!" breathed

the boy.

Marjorie remembered Shaun had said those same words to her. She felt

happier than she had felt ever before in her life.

It was a trip that John O'Day never would forget. John would remember

that trip to his ninetieth birthday.

They flew in the plane to the city of Dublin. They stopped at a fine

hotel, and the girl fairy gave John a handsome little traveling bag with

everything in it that he needed.

There were soft, fine pajamas. There was a new suit of clothes. There

was a cap to match his coat, with fine socks and shoes.

[Illustration: SHE GAVE JOHN A HANDSOME LITTLE TRAVELING BAG]

They started out early the next morning to see all of Dublin town. A

great city it seemed to John, with its strange noises and its jostling

mobs on the streets.

[Illustration: SUGARLOAF MOUNTAIN NEAR DUBLIN]

In the center of O'Connell Street stands Nelson's Pillar. It is a thin,

tall pillar. Inside there are one hundred and sixty-six steps which wind

right up to the top. John and Marjorie walked up to the top and stood

looking down on the streets below.

John noticed later when they walked in the streets that some of the

signs were written in Irish.

[Illustration: SOME OF THE SIGNS WERE WRITTEN IN IRISH]

John was just learning to read Irish in school. So he could read some of

the signs.

School children have to study the Irish language in that part of Ireland

called the Free State. The Free State is free from Great Britain and has

its own government. It is the southern part of the country, and Dublin

is the capital.

The northern part of Ireland is still under the government of England.

The County Galway, wherein John's village stood, belongs to the Free

State.

[Illustration: A SCHOOL WHERE THEY TEACH THE IRISH LANGUAGE]

Policemen on the streets of Dublin wear caps with silver harps on their

visors. You know that the harp is the symbol of Ireland, and it is used

on the new flag of the Irish Free State.

Dublin is a quaint and ancient city. There are few automobiles on the

streets.

One sees many jaunting cars, which are funny little high carts with a

seat on each side and big wheels. People sit with their legs hanging

over the sides, while the driver sits up on the high box and drives an

old thin horse.

[Illustration: A JAUNTING CAR]

There are also many bicycles whirling along in Dublin.

Children seem to be everywhere. Some look very poor, indeed. Some beg

the wealthy people for money. There are many beggars. They crouch beside

buildings and on the steps of churches. John and his fair guide visited

Phoenix Park in Dublin. After Yellowstone Park in the United States,

Phoenix Park is the largest in the world.

[Illustration: LOVELY LAKES IN PHOENIX PARK, DUBLIN]

It is very beautiful, too. It has a fine zoo, and lovely lakes, walks,

and drives.

[Illustration: PHOENIX PARK, DUBLIN]

The Royal Hibernian Military School in Phoenix Park is used by the Free

State Irish Speaking Union as a school to teach the Irish language to

young men.

They visited St. Patrick's College where a large number of students

attend. This is a fine old college.

[Illustration: ST. PATRICK'S COLLEGE, DUBLIN]

They left Dublin after seeing everything of interest there. They left in

a drizzling rain in Marjorie's big white motor car. It had been brought

to them from the flying field to Dublin. It seemed to John that things

were always being brought to Marjorie in a magical way. And why not?

Marjorie was a fairy! Now they motored to the Vale of Avoca.

This is the beautiful woodland spot where Tom Moore, the Irish poet,

wrote much of his poetry.

[Illustration: THE COUNTRY OF TOM MOORE]

His famous words are:

"There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet

As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet."

CHAPTER IX

WANDERING

"Over hill, over dale,

Through bush, through brier,

Over park, over pale,

Through flood, through fire,

I do wander everywhere."

--WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

While John traveled with his good fairy, his mother and father sat

before their fireside. They talked for hours about the lad's good

fortune.

Of course Shaun explained to his wife that the girl was no fairy. He

told Dawn O'Day that she was Marjorie, the baby Princess, for whom he

had worked so long ago.

Dawn O'Day was pleased to think how much her boy was learning. She

loved to think that some day little John might be a great, wise man.

And the boy was indeed learning, and seeing all manner of wonders.

Together he and Marjorie visited the Giant's Causeway, which is in the

northern part of Ireland. The Giant's Causeway is a very remarkable

place.

It is supposed to have been made by the giants of old. It is believed by

some that the queer rocks were built by giants. These great monsters

were trying to make a great bridge across the water to join Ireland and

Scotland.

Of course this is only a fairy tale. But those huge, queer rocky forms

do look as though giants had built them.

The water roars up to the shore and often splashes over those strange,

tall rocks. They are probably the result of a terrible eruption by some

volcano, or fire mountain, years ago.

The rocks form many peculiar shapes. There is the Giant's Organ--a group

of immense rocks resembling a mighty organ.

There is the Wishing Chair, a single column backed by higher ones. It

forms a very comfortable chair. And they tell you that if you make a

wish there, it will come true. But never must you speak that wish aloud.

[Illustration: THE WISHING CHAIR]

There is a well of clear, fresh water within a few feet of the Atlantic

Ocean.

There is the gate which stands as the gate to Giant Land.

[Illustration: THE GATE TO GIANT LAND]

There are the Giant's Eyeglass, the Chimney Tops, the Loom, and other

forms of great size made of these strange rocks. It is no wonder that

the people think of giants, when looking at them.

[Illustration: THE GIANT'S EYEGLASS]

The little boy and his guide visited the mountain of Crough Patrick, one

of the sacred places of Ireland.

It is where St. Patrick stood when he banished all snakes and other

reptiles from Ireland. This is supposed to have happened in the year 450

A.D.

St. Patrick imprisoned all creeping things in a deep canyon and kept

them there. When he was ready to destroy them, he stood upon the summit

of the mountain with a bell in his hand.

He stood there and rang that bell. And each time he rang that bell

thousands of snakes and other creeping creatures went tumbling into the

sea.

In Ireland to-day there are no snakes, toads, or poisonous reptiles. The

people believe that it is because St. Patrick destroyed them all, many

years ago.

In July many pilgrims climb to this mountain. They pray there to St.

Patrick.

John and Marjorie went to the Lakes of Killarney. These are perhaps the

best known lakes in all the world. Songs and poems have been written

about their beauty.

There are three lakes. Each one has a peculiar beauty of its own. The

lakes lie between mountains like brilliant diamonds glistening in an

emerald setting.

They tell a legend in Killarney. They say that once no lakes were there

at all. One man living there had a magic well. If he always kept the

well covered, no harm would come.

But one night somebody came to the well for water and forgot to cover

it. The next morning a great flood had swallowed up the land. The town

was completely under water.

Sometimes, the natives say, one can still see, at the bottom of the

lakes, this old town with the same old well. The Irish do love to be

telling tales of magic.

Blarney Castle is noted for the famous Blarney Stone. It is said that

those who kiss the Blarney Stone forever afterward possess the art of

flattery and beautiful speech.

[Illustration: BLARNEY CASTLE]

You have often heard people say, "You must have kissed the Blarney

Stone!"

People who make many compliments are sometimes accused of kissing the

Blarney Stone.

Nor is it an easy object to kiss! John O'Day and Marjorie climbed to the

top of Blarney Castle. There the old stone hangs from the top of the

battlements. It lies in a peculiar position.

John lay flat and thrust his head down about three feet through an

opening. He then twisted his neck in order to kiss the precious stone. A

guard held his feet.

It was a wise thing to do, for it is over a hundred feet to the ground

below! It would be a terrible fall!

As they traveled, they passed beautiful green country. They saw many

pigs and many donkey carts.

[Illustration: THEY PASSED DONKEY CARTS]

In every village they found a war memorial. Some of these memorials

stand in the center of the town. Some are very large and beautiful.

Others are small. But all mean the same thing. Ireland lost many

soldiers in the Great War.

[Illustration: A WAR MEMORIAL IN EVERY VILLAGE]

They found few fruits growing in Ireland. Gooseberries are plentiful,

and they ate many.

Marjorie found the Irish peasants friendly and kind. Several times they

stopped for the night in farmhouses.

The people told Marjorie many wonderful tales as she sat before their

firesides. They were very much surprised to find the girl traveling

about alone with a young child.

But she only laughed in her easy way, as the old women said, "God be

praised, but American girls do be knowing no fear!"

Marjorie always made John go to bed right after dinner. The little boy

was tired from his long day's travels. He was tired, too, with seeing

and hearing so many new things. So he did not hear the people talking at

night. He still believed his girl fairy was one of the Good People.

One day they were stopping in a small village. Marjorie left John alone

with the car and went into a shop to buy some cakes.

A group of little boys came over to the car. Their eyes were very

curious, indeed.

They began to talk to John. When they heard his accent they knew at once

that he was Irish.

One boy said, "'Tis surely a rich American lady driving the automobile?"

John looked at him in a pitying manner. "And don't you know a fairy when

you see one?" he asked.

The boys' mouths opened. They stared at John.

Then one boy came close to John and cried out, "Arrah, 'tis no fairy, at

all, at all! 'Tis an American lady from across the seas!"

John faced the boy. There was a frown on his face.

"You'll not be standing there saying that again!" he said. "'Tis herself

is one of the Good People!"

The boy laughed again. "Och, you know well she is no fairy!"

"She is!" yelled John.

"She is not!" shrieked the boy.

John rolled up his sleeves. He hit the boy.

When Marjorie came out of the shop she found her young friend in a

fierce battle. She separated the boys and thrust John into the car. He

was waving his arms and shouting.

Marjorie jumped into the driver's seat. She started the car, and off

they went.

[Illustration: SHE SEPARATED THE BOYS]

John's clothing was torn. He was bruised. The boy with whom he had

fought was larger than he. But John knew that he had left the other boy

as bruised and torn as he was himself. So he smiled.

Marjorie drove for a while in silence.

Then she asked, "John, why did you fight?"

John told her the reason. She bit her lip and was silent again.

Then she said, "John, how do you know that I am a fairy?"

The little boy answered promptly, "Because I was after calling the

fairies that day by the lake. And because I did take off my petticoat

and put on the clothes of a boy."

"Do you believe that was the reason I took you away?" asked Marjorie.

"I do," answered John firmly. "And," he continued, "if I had been in the

petticoats of a girl, you would never have noticed me at all."

"Why?" Marjorie queried.

"Sure, and the Good People do be wanting the boys to work for

themselves. They'll not be noticing girls, and they so weak!" John

answered.

Marjorie frowned. Then she said, "But I have not made you work."

John looked at her quickly and replied, "Och, no! But 'tis willing I am

to work for you now. Only--" He hesitated.

"Only what, John?" asked the girl.

"I'll not be wanting to stay away forever from my mother and father,"

was the reply.

Marjorie put an arm about his shoulder.

"Do you know that we are almost at your home now?" She laughed gayly.

"Look about you!"

The little boy was amazed to see that they really had returned. They

were on the same dusty road whence they had started their trip so many

days ago.

Marjorie drew the car up to the side of the road and stopped it.

"Now you may jump out and run home to your mother and father," she

said.

John O'Day just stood and stared at her.

"And you'll not be asking me to work at all?" he questioned, with

wondering eyes.

Marjorie shook her head and smiled.

"Och," cried the boy, "but I want to do something for you!"

Marjorie stroked his hand and replied softly, "It is not necessary,

Shauneen. Your father did so very much for me many years ago. I am glad

that I can now give his son a little happiness."

"And will you not be coming back again to the lake, good fairy?" asked

John.

Marjorie's smile faded as she answered, "Shauneen, I am not a fairy. You

must believe that. I shall come back to the lake to see you. But I shall

come to bid you good-bye, for I am going back to America."

For a moment John was almost going to believe her. His throat felt

choky. Then suddenly he shook his head and laughed aloud.

"Sure, 'tis not so at all, at all!" he laughed. "There's not a girl in

all the world as beautiful as you. There's not a girl in all the world

so good and kind, Faireen. Och, no! Not even the girls from the land of

America! 'Tis indeed the fairy you are!"

The little boy climbed out of the car. He saw a shamrock growing by the

side of the road. He ran and picked it. He gave it to Marjorie. Then he

kissed her hand and ran as fast as he could.

[Illustration: THEN HE KISSED HER HAND]

He left the girl staring after him in real amazement. So he would not

believe her! He thought that she was a fairy! Ah, well, she must

certainly show him in some way that what she told him was true.

She did not want to leave Ireland and feel that she had deceived the

boy. Still, she loved to think that he believed her to be a fairy.

It was a beautiful dream to John. She did not like to disturb that

beautiful dream. Puzzled, she shook her head as she started her car.

Then she was off, down the dusty road.

CHAPTER X

BECAUSE HE IS IRISH

"I cannot see fairies.

I dream them. There is no fairy can hide from me.

I keep on dreaming till I find them."

--HILDA CONKLIN

John O'Day walked slowly through the village. He walked through the

village because he wanted all the boys to see his fine suit.

The fine suit was a bit torn and soiled from the fight he had had. Still

John was proud of it.

He went home by way of the village. He did not go by way of the lake. As

he walked down the village street, the people stared at him.

"And where are you going, John O'Day?" called one boy.

"Sure, I'm not going," answered the little lad. "I'm after coming back

from where I was!"

He marched along. They all stood with staring eyes and watched him.

He came to the cottage of his parents, and when they saw him they were

delighted.

Of course, John told his mother and father everything.

He tried to tell it all before he went to bed. But the evening was too

short and his tale too long. He was fairly bursting with the great trip

he had had.

He even had a tale of wonder for his wee sister. He held her on his

knee while he told about the big zoo in Dublin.

"Sure, and there's every kind of animal there," he went on, his eyes

flashing. "Sure, I was after seeing a terrible, big creature. 'Twas an

elephant they called it. And 'tis a square animal with a tail in front

of it and a tail behind it!"

"Glory be!" cried his mother.

Shaun smiled behind his pipe. The baby gurgled.

The older brother pretended that he was not very much interested. He

was, though. He was greatly excited with John's tales.

Then his father said, "But, Johneen, you do not really believe that

your guide was a fairy?"

"Sure, and the best one in all fairyland," answered John stoutly.

Shaun scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Och, Johneen," he said, "you do not believe that surely."

But John answered, "I do!"

Shaun then drew the boy over to his chair. He took John on his lap.

"Listen, son," he said.

He told the child the same thing that Marjorie had told him. He told

John that Marjorie was really a girl from America.

But John replied as he had replied to Marjorie in the car. He said that

there could not be a girl so lovely and kind as she. He insisted that

Marjorie could only be a fairy!

Several days went by. John told everyone in the village about his trip.

He talked of nothing else. He had gone to the lake day after day, but

the girl fairy had never appeared.

He did not give up hope, however. He felt she would keep her promise and

come again to see him.

Then one day little John received a package and a letter. In the package

were several beautiful books. He asked his father to read the letter to

him.

Shaun read:

"Dear Shauneen: To-morrow I am coming to the lake to say good-bye to

you. Please be there. Marjorie."

Shaun folded the letter and gave it back to his son.

Then he said, "You see, she is an American girl. Her father and mother

are going to take her back to America. They brought her over, and they

also bought her that car. They arranged for her to take you on that fine

trip. Don't you see now that she surely is not a fairy?"

But John did not answer. He shook his head stubbornly. Suddenly Shaun

had an idea.

He said, "I must show you then." He put his two hands on the boy's

shoulders and looked into his eyes. "To-morrow," he said, "when you go

to meet her at the lake you must wear the red petticoat!"

John looked frightened.

He cried, "Och, father, she'll not be talking to me at all--and I in

girl's clothes!"

Shaun said, "Sure, that is just what she will do. She'll know you well.

She'll talk to you. Then you will believe at last that she is no fairy!"

The morning came. John dressed as usual in his red petticoat. He took

the books that Marjorie had sent him and ran to the lake. He was there

with the first birds. He was there with the sleepy sun.

The sleepy sun was just waking up. But John O'Day had been awake for

many hours. He had been so very much awake with his thoughts.

He thought and thought about Marjorie. He wondered and wondered whether

Marjorie would recognize him. If she should speak to him, he would know

that she really was a girl. He would know that she was not a fairy.

If she passed him by, he would be sure that she was a real fairy. Oh, he

felt so sure that she was a fairy!

But at the same time he wondered just a little bit why she tried to make

him believe she was not. Was it because the Good People do not want

folks to be talking about them?

Maybe it was that. They like to give happiness to people. But they do

not want people knowing that it is they giving the happiness.

They do not ask thanks. They do not look for praise. The Good People

are modest.

But soon John would know about his lovely friend. She would soon appear

and look for him. If she passed him by, his heart would beat with joy.

He would know then.

And he would call out to her, "It is I! It is your Shauneen! Do you not

know me?"

Then she would stop and he would laugh at her and jolly her.

He would say, "You could not be fooling me, good fairy. Isn't it myself

knows a fairy when I see one?"

He chuckled to himself. She should not be fooling John O'Day!

He opened one of the lovely books which Marjorie had sent him. He began

to look at it. It was a beautiful book with colored pictures in it. It

had grand pictures of cities in it.

There were pictures of Irish cities and French cities and American

cities.

John grew so interested in looking at the pictures that he did not hear

a step behind him. He did not see Marjorie standing behind him. She was

smiling down at him as he sat all wrapped in joy and delight.

[Illustration: SHE WAS SMILING DOWN AT HIM]

He was remembering his trip through the cities whose pictures he now

looked at in a book. He was in Dublin again. He had jumped right into

the book and was believing that he could hear the dull sounds of the

city. He was believing that he could see the many people and cars and

curious sights.

Marjorie watched him for a few moments. She knew John O'Day, though he

wore a girl's petticoat. She had come to bid him good-bye, for she was

leaving for her own country.

But she could not disturb him as he sat there. She could not disturb

John O'Day while at his books. Nor could she disturb his dreams.

She knew well that if she spoke to him now, he would know that she was

not a fairy. He had told her that "fairies do not be speaking to girls,"

and Marjorie could not disturb the little boy's beautiful dream of her.

So she scribbled a note and left it on a flat rock. The note told John

that she had come and gone. It said that Marjorie was sorry she had not

seen her Shauneen again. But she left him with his dream of her.

When John lifted his head and heart out of the pages of that grand book,

he stood up and looked about. He saw the letter and opened it.

Of course he could not read it, but he found something else with the

letter which he kissed. It was the picture of his girl fairy. She had

left it there.

And now John O'Day knew that she had come and gone.

[Illustration: IT WAS THE PICTURE OF HIS GIRL FAIRY]

Thought he, "She did not know the little figure in the red petticoat was

her friend Shauneen! No; she did not notice this little girl at all, at

all. Fairies do not be speaking to little girls."

She had gone. But she had left behind her the picture of a girl fairy.

She had left that picture on a flat rock.

And she had left it, too, in the Irish heart of John O'Day, who had the

dreams of his country.

Marjorie will always remember the little boy. She will go back to

America and always remember the boy who called her a good fairy. She

will try really to be a good fairy because of that.

She will not think so much about herself any more. But she will try to

give pleasure to others because of the pleasure she finds in doing it.

And as John O'Day grows older, perhaps he will find out the truth about

Marjorie. But he will always be wanting to believe that she was a girl

fairy, even if he finds that she was not.

He will always want to keep his dreams, because he is Irish.

[Illustration: HE WILL ALWAYS KEEP HIS DREAMS]

Transcriber's Notes:

Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.

Obvious punctuation errors are corrected.

Illustrations have been rearranged to better match the story.

On p. 152, a printing error was corrected. In the quote from

Shakespeare, the book reads "Though flood, through fire,". This has been

corrected to "Through flood".

End of Project Gutenberg's Shaun O'Day of Ireland, by Madeline Brandeis