The Irish Twins, by Lucy Fitch Perkins. 

________________________________________________________________________In this short book the author conveys a very good image of the lives ofIrish country children at the end of the nineteenth century. The imagesdrawn by the very talented author are also very good. There is justenough of the Irish manner of speech to convey the flavour of the waythe twins and their relatives would have spoken, had they done so inEnglish. Of course in reality it is likely that such children wouldhave spoken in the Irish language, instead of just occasionally usingan Irish word. But the book not only has a good story-line, but alsoconveys to its target audience, American children, something of thebackground of their Irish compatriots. It is supposed to be a Grade Vreader, and, published in 1913, is the third of the Twins series. 

There is one blunder, as Kathleen, the daughter of the Earl of Elsmore, is referred to as Lady Kathleen. Her father would have had to be a Dukeor a Marquess for that address to be correct. Her actual title does notsound so good, so perhaps Perkins can be forgiven for this solecism. ________________________________________________________________________THE IRISH TWINS, BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS. 

CHAPTER ONE. 

GRANNIE MALONE AND THE TWINS. 

One day of the world, when it was young summer in Ireland, old GrannieMalone sat by her fireplace knitting. She was all alone, and in her laplay a letter. 

Sometimes she took the letter in her hands, and turned it over and over, and looked at it. Then she would put it down again with a little sigh. 

"If I but had the learning, " said Grannie Malone to herself, "I could bereading Michael's letters without calling in the Priest, and 'tis longsince he passed this door. 'Tis hard work waiting until some one cantell me what at all is in it. "

She stooped over and put a bit of peat on the fire, and because she hadno one else to talk to, she talked to the tea-kettle. "There now, " shesaid to it, "'tis a lazy bit of steam that's coming out of the nose ofyou! I'll be wanting my tea soon, and no water boiling. "

She lifted the lid and peeped into the kettle. "'Tis empty entirely!"she cried, "and a thirsty kettle it is surely, and no one but myself tofetch and carry for it!"

She got up slowly, laid her knitting and the letter on the chair, tookthe kettle off the hook, and went to the door. 

There was but one door and one window in the one little room of hercabin, so if the sun had not been shining brightly it would have beenquite dark within. 

But the upper half of the door stood open, and the afternoon sun slantedacross the earthen floor and brightened the dishes that stood on the olddresser. It even showed Grannie Malone's bed in the far end of theroom, and some of her clothes hanging from the rafters overhead. 

There was little else in the room to see, except her chair, a woodentable, and a little bench by the fire, a pile of peat on the hearth, anda bag of potatoes in the corner. Grannie Malone opened the lower halfof the door and stepped out into the sunshine. Some speckled hens thathad been sunning themselves on the doorstep fluttered out of the way, and then ran after her to the well. "Shoo--get along with you!" criedGrannie Malone. She flapped her apron at them. "'Tis you that arealways thinking of something to eat! Sure, there are bugs enough inIreland, without your always being at my heels to be fed! Come now, --scratch for your living like honest hens, and I'll give you a sup ofwater if it's dry you are. " The well had a stone curb around it, and abucket with a rope tied to it stood on the curb. Grannie let the bucketdown into the well until she heard it strike the fresh spring water witha splash. Then she pulled and pulled on the rope. The bucket came upslowly and water spilled over the sides as Grannie lifted it to thecurb. 

She poured some of the water into the dish for the hens, filled herkettle, and then straightened her bent back, and stood looking at thelittle cabin and the brown bog beyond. 

"Sure, it's old we all are together, " she said to herself, nodding herhead. "The old cabin with the rain leaking through the thatch of a wetday, and the old well with moss on the stones of it. And the hensthemselves, too old to cook, and too old to be laying, --except on thedoorstep in the sunshine, the creatures!--But 'tis home, thanks be toGod. "

She lifted her kettle and went slowly back into the house. The hensfollowed her to the door, but she shut the lower half of it behind herand left them outside. 

She went to the fireplace and hung the kettle on the hook, blew thecoals to a blaze with a pair of leaky bellows, and sat down before thefire once more to wait for the water to boil. 

She knit round and round her stocking, and there was no sound in theroom but the click-click of her needles, and the tick-tick of the clock, and the little purring noise of the fire on the hearth. 

Just as the kettle began to sing, there was a squawking among the henson the doorstep, and two dark heads appeared above the closed half ofthe door. 

A little girl's voice called out, "How are you at all, Grannie Malone?"

And a little boy's voice said, "We've come to bring you a sup of milkthat Mother sent you. "

Grannie Malone jumped out of her chair and ran to the door. "Och, ifit's not the McQueen Twins--the two of them!" she cried. "Bless yoursweet faces! Come in, Larry and Eileen! You are as welcome as theflowers of spring. And how is your Mother, the day? May God spare herto her comforts for long years to come!" She swung the door open as shetalked, took the jug from Eileen's hand, and poured the milk into a jugof her own that stood on the dresser. 

"Sure, Mother is well. And how is yourself, Grannie Malone?" Eileenanswered, politely. 

"Barring the rheumatism and the asthma, and the old age in my bones, I'mdoing well, thanks be to God, " said Grannie Malone. "Sit down by thefire, now, till I wet a cup of tea and make a cakeen for you! Andindeed it's yourselves can read me a letter from my son Michael, that'sin America! It has been in the house these three days waiting for someone with the learning to come along by. "

She ran to the chair and picked up the letter. The Twins sat down on alittle bench by the fireplace, and Grannie Malone put the letter intheir hands. 

"We've not got _all_ the learning yet, " Larry said. "We might not beable to read it. "

"You can try, " said Grannie Malone. 

Then she opened the letter, and a bit of folded green paper withprinting on it fell out. "God bless the boy, " she cried, "there's oneof those in every letter he sends me! 'Tis money that is! Can you makeout the figures on it, now?"

Larry and Eileen looked it over carefully. "There it is, hiding in thecorner, " said Larry. He pointed to a "5" on the green paper. 

"Five pounds it is!" said Grannie Malone. "Sure it's a fortune! Oh, it's himself is the good son to me! What does the letter say?"

The Twins spread the sheet open and studied it, while Grannie hoveredover them, trembling with excitement. 

"Sure, that's _Dear_, isn't it?" said Eileen, pointing to the firstword. 

"Sure, " said Larry; "letters always begin like that. "

"Dear G-r-a-n-n-i-e, " spelt Eileen. "What could that be but Grannie?"

"'Tis from my grandson, young Patrick, then, " cried Grannie. "Indeed, he's but the age of yourselves! How old are you at all?"

"We're seven, " said the Twins. 

"Patrick might be eight, " said his Grandmother, "but surely the cleverchildren like yourselves and the two of you together should be able tomake it out. There's but one of Patrick, and there should be morelearning between the two of you than in one alone, even though he is abit older! Try now. "

Larry and Eileen tried. This was the letter. It was written in a largestaggery hand. 

"Will you listen to that now!" cried Grannie Malone. "Is it taking meback to America, he'd be! 'Tis a terrible journey altogether, and astrange country at the end of it, for me to be laying my old bones in!But I'd be a proud woman to see my own son, in any country of the world, and he an alderman!"

There was a letter from Michael himself in the envelope also, but theTwins could not read that, however much they tried. 

So Grannie was obliged to put the two letters and the green paper underthe clock over the fireplace, to wait until the Priest should pass thatway. 

CHAPTER TWO. 

THE TEA-PARTY. 

"Sure, this is a fine day for me, altogether, " said Grannie Malone asshe got out her bit of flour to make the cake. "I can wait for theletter from himself, the way I know they're in health, and have notforgotten their old Mother. Troth, we'll have a bit of a feast over itnow, " she said to the Twins. "While I'm throwing the cakeen together doyou get some potatoes from the bag, Eileen, and put them down in theashes, and you, Larry, stir up the fire a bit, and keep the kettle full. Sure, 'tis singing away like a bird this instant minute! Put somewater in it, avic, and then shut up the hens for me. "

Eileen ran to the potato bag in the corner and took out four good-sizedpotatoes. "There's but three of us, " she said to herself, "but Larrywill surely be wanting two, himself. "

She got down on her knees and buried the potatoes in the burning peat. Then she took a little broom that stood near by, and tidied up thehearth. 

Larry took the kettle to the well for more water. He slopped a gooddeal of it as he came back. It made great spots of mud, for there wasno wooden floor--only hard earth with flat stones set in it. 

"Arrah now, Larry, you do be slopping things up the equal of athunderstorm, " Eileen said to him. 

"Never you mind that, now, Larry, " said Grannie Malone. "It might havebeen that the kettle leaked itself, and no fault of your own at all!Sure, a bit of water here or there does nobody any harm. "

She hung the tea-kettle on the hook over the fire again. Then shebrought the cakeen and put it into a small iron baking-kettle, and put acover over it. She put turf on top of the cover. "'Twill not be longuntil it's baked, " said Grannie, "and you can be watching it, Eileen, while I set out the table. "

She pulled a little wooden table out before the fire, put three platesand three cups on it, some salt, and the jug of milk. Meanwhile Larrywas out trying to shut the hens into the little shelter beside thehouse. But he couldn't get them all in. One old speckled hen ran roundthe house to the door. Larry ran after her. The hen flew up on top ofthe half-door. She was very much excited. "Cut-cut-cut, " she squawked. 

"Cut-cut yourself now!" cried Grannie Malone. 

She ran toward the door, waving her spoon. "Shoo along out of this withyour bad manners!" she cried. 

Just that minute Larry came up behind the hen and tried to catch her bythe legs. 

"Cut-cut-cut-a-cut, " squawked old Speckle; and up she flew, right overGrannie's head, into the rafters! Then she tucked herself cozily downto go to sleep. 

"Did you ever see the likes of that old Speckle, now?" cried GrannieMalone. She ran for the broom. "Sure she must be after thinking I waslonesome for a bit of company! Do you think I'd be wanting you at all, you silly, when I have the Twins by me?" she said to the hen. She shookthe broom at her, but old Speckle wasn't a bit afraid of Grannie; shedidn't move. 

Then Grannie Malone put the broom under her and tried to lift her fromher perch, but old Speckle had made up her mind to stay. So she flewacross to another rafter, and lit on Grannie Malone's black coat thatshe wore to Mass on Sundays. She thought it a pleasant warm place andsat down again. 

"Bad luck to you for an ill-favoured old thief!" screamed Grannie. "Getoff my Sunday cloak with your muddy feet! It's ruined you'll have meentirely!"

She shook the cloak. Then old Speckle, squawking all the way, flew overto Grannie's bed! She ran the whole length of it. She left a littlepath clear across the patchwork quilt. Larry stood in one corner of theroom waving his arms. Eileen was flapping her apron in another, whileGrannie Malone chased old Speckle with the broom. At last, with a finalsquawk, she flew out of the door, and ran round to the shelter where theother hens were, and went in as if she thought home was the best placefor a hen after all. Larry shut her in. 

As soon as the hen was out of the house, Eileen screamed, "I smellsomething burning!"

"'Tis the cakeen, " cried Grannie. 

She and Eileen flew to the fireplace. Eileen got there first. Sheknocked the cover off the little kettle with the tongs, and out flew acloud of smoke. 

"Och, murder! 'Tis destroyed entirely!" poor Grannie groaned. 

"I'll turn it quick, " said Eileen. 

She was in such a hurry she didn't wait for a fork or stick or anything!She took right hold of the little cakeen, and lifted it out of thekettle with her hand!

The little cake was hot! "Ow! Ow!" shrieked Eileen, and she dropped itright into the ashes! Then she danced up and down and sucked herfingers. 

"The Saints help us! The cakeen is bewitched, " wailed poor Grannie. She picked it up, and tossed it from one hand to the other, while sheblew off the ashes. 

Then she dropped it, burned side up, into the kettle once more, clappedon the cover, and set it where it would cook more slowly. 

When that was done, she looked at Eileen's fingers. "It's not so bad atall, mavourneen, praise be to God, " she said. "Sure, I thought I hadyou killed entirely, the way you screamed!"

"Eileen is always burning herself, " said Larry. "Mother says 'tis onlywhen she's burned up altogether that she'll learn to keep out of thefire at all!"

"'Twas all the fault of that disgraceful old hen, " Grannie Malone said. "Sure, I'll have to be putting manners on her! She's no notion ofbehaviour at all, at all. Reach the sugar bowl, Larry, avic, and sitdown by the table and rest your bones. I'll have the tea ready for youin a minute. Sit you down, too, Eileen, while I get the potatoes. " Shetook the tongs and drew out the potatoes, blew off the ashes, and putthem on the table. Then she poured the boiling water over thetea-leaves, and set the tea to draw, while she took the cakeen from thekettle. 

"'Tis not burned so much, after all, " she said, as she looked it over. "Sure, we can shut our eyes when we eat it. "

She drew her own chair up to the table; the Twins sat on the bench onthe other side. Grannie Malone crossed herself, and then they each tooka potato, and broke it open. They put salt on it, poured a little milkinto the skin which they held like a cup, and it was ready to eat. 

Grannie poured the tea, and they had milk and sugar in it. The littlecakeen was broken open and buttered, and, "Musha, 'tis fit for the Queenherself, " said Larry, when he had taken his first bite. 

And Eileen said, "Indeed, ma'am, it's a grand cook you are entirely. "

"Sure, I'd need to be a grand cook with the grand company I have, "Grannie answered politely, "and with the fine son I have in America tobe sending me a fortune in every letter! 'Tis a great thing to have agood son, and do you be that same to your Mother, the both of you, for'tis but one Mother that you'll get in all the world, and you've a rightto be choice of her. "

"Sure, I'll never at all be a good son to my Mother, " laughed Eileen. 

"Well, then, " said Grannie, "you can be a good daughter to her, andthat's not far behind. Whist now, till I tell you the story of theLittle Cakeen, and you'll see that 'tis a good thing entirely to behaveyourselves and grow up fine and respectable, like the lad in the tale. It goes like this now:--"

"It was once long ago in old Ireland, there was living a fine, clean, honest, poor widow woman, and she having two sons [Note 1], and shefetched the both of them up fine and careful, but one of them turned outbad entirely. And one day she says to him, says she:--

"`I've given you your living as long as ever I can, and it's you must goout into the wide world and seek your fortune. '

"`Mother, I will, ' says he. 

"`And will you take a big cake with my curse, or a little cake with myblessing?' says she. 

"`A big cake, sure, ' says he. 

"So she baked a big cake and cursed him, and he went away laughing! Byand by, he came forninst a spring in the woods, and sat down to eat hisdinner off the cake, and a small, little bird sat on the edge of thespring. 

"`Give me a bit of your cake for my little ones in the nest, ' said she;and he caught up a stone and threw at her. 

"`I've scarce enough for myself, ' says he, and she being a fairy, puther beak in the spring and turned it black as ink, and went away up inthe trees. And whiles he looked for a stone for to kill her, a fox wentaway with his cake!

"So he went away from that place very mad, and next day he stopped, veryhungry, at a farmer's house, and hired out for to tend the cows. 

"`Be wise, ' says the farmer's wife, `for the next field is belonging toa giant, and if the cows get into the clover, he will kill you dead as astone. '

"But the bad son laughed and went out to watch the cows; and beforenoontime he went to sleep up in the tree, and the cows all went in theclover. And out comes the giant and shook him down out of the tree andkilled him dead, and that was the end of the bad son. 

"And the next year the poor widow woman says to the good son:--

"`You must go out into the wide world and seek your fortune, for I cankeep you no longer, ' says the Mother. 

"`Mother, I will, ' says he. 

"`And will you take a big cake with my curse or a little cake with myblessing?'

"`A little cake, ' says he. 

"So she baked it for him and gave him her blessing, and he went away, and she a-weeping after him fine and loud. And by and by he came to thesame spring in the woods where the bad son was before him, and thesmall, little bird sat again on the side of it. 

"`Give me a bit of your cakeen for my little ones in the nest, ' saysshe. 

"`I will, ' says the good son, and he broke her off a fine piece, and shedipped her beak in the spring and turned it into sweet wine; and when hebit into his cake, sure, it was turned into fine plum-cake entirely; andhe ate and drank and went on light-hearted. And next day he comes tothe farmer's house. 

"`Will ye tend the cows for me?' says the farmer. 

"`I will, ' says the good son. 

"`Be wise, ' says the farmer's wife, `for the clover-field beyond isbelonging to a giant, and if you leave in the cows, he will kill youdead. '

"`Never fear, ' says the good son, `I don't sleep at my work. '

"And he goes out in the field and lugs a big stone up in the tree, andthen sends every cow far out in the clover-fields and goes back again tothe tree! And out comes the giant a-roaring, so you could hear theroars of him a mile away, and when he finds the cow-boy, he goes underthe tree to shake him down, but the good little son slips out the bigstone, and it fell down and broke the giant's head entirely. So thegood son went running away to the giant's house, and it being full tothe eaves of gold and diamonds and splendid things. 

"So you see what fine luck comes to folks that is good and honest! Andhe went home and fetched his old Mother, and they lived rich andcontented, and died very old and respected. "

"Do you suppose your son Michael killed any giants in America, the wayhe got to be an Alderman?" asked Eileen, when Grannie had finished herstory. 

"I don't rightly know that, " Grannie answered. "Maybe it wasn't justexactly giants, but you can see for yourself that he is rich andrespected, and he with a silk hat, and riding in a procession the sameas the Lord-Mayor himself!"

"Did you ever see a giant or a fairy or any of the good little peoplethemselves, Grannie Malone?" Larry asked. 

"I've never exactly seen any of them with my own two eyes, " sheanswered, "but many is the time I've talked with people and they havingseen them. There was Mary O'Connor now, --dead long since, God rest her. She told me this tale herself, and she sitting by this very hearth. Wait now till I wet my mouth with a sup of tea in it, and I'll betelling you the tale the very same way she told it herself. "

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Note 1. Adapted from "Marygold House, " in _Play-Days_, by Sarah OrneJewett. 

CHAPTER THREE. 

THE TALE OF THE LEPRECHAUN. 

Grannie reached for the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea. As shesipped it, she said to the twins, "Did you ever hear of the Leprechauns?Little men they are, not half the bigness of the smallest baby you everlaid your two eyes on. Long beards they have, and little pointed capson the heads of them. 

"And it's forever making the little brogues (shoes) they are, and youcan hear the tap-tap of their hammers before you ever get sight of themat all. And the gold and silver and precious things they have hiddenaway would fill the world with treasures. 

"But they have the sharpness of the new moon, that's sharp at both ends, and no one can get their riches away from them at all. They do besaying that if you catch one in your two hands and never take your eyesoff him, you can make him give up his money. 

"But they've the tricks of the world to make you look the other way, theLeprechauns have. And then when you look back again, faith, they'renowhere at all!"

"Did Mary O'Connor catch one?" asked Eileen. 

"Did she now!" cried Grannie. "Listen to this. One day Mary O'Connorwas sitting in her bit of garden, with her knitting in her hand, and shewas watching some bees that were going to swarm. 

"It was a fine day in June, and the bees were humming, and the birdswere chirping and hopping, and the butterflies were flying about, andeverything smelt as sweet and fresh as if it was the first day of theworld. 

"Well, all of a sudden, what did she hear among the bean-rows in thegarden but a noise that went tick-tack, tick-tack, just for all theworld as if a brogue-maker was putting on the heel of a pump!

"`The Lord preserve us, ' says Mary O'Connor; `what in the world can thatbe?'

"So she laid down her knitting, and she went over to the beans. Now, never believe me, if she didn't see sitting right before her a bit of anold man, with a cocked hat on his head and a dudeen (pipe) in his mouth, smoking away! He had on a drab-coloured coat with big brass buttons onit, and a pair of silver buckles on his shoes, and he working away ashard as ever he could, heeling a little pair of pumps!

"You may believe me or not, Larry and Eileen McQueen, but the minute sheclapped her eyes on him, she knew him for a Leprechaun. 

"And she says to him very bold, `God save you, honest man! That's hardwork you're at this hot day!' And she made a run at him and caught himin her two hands!

"`And where is your purse of money?' says she. 

"`Money!' says he; `money is it! And where on top of earth would an oldcreature like myself get money?' says he. 

"`Maybe not on top of earth at all, but _in_ it, ' says she; and withthat she gave him a bit of a squeeze. `Come, come, ' says she. `Don'tbe turning your tricks upon an honest woman!'

"And then she, being at the time as good-looking a young woman as you'dfind, put a wicked face on her, and pulled a knife from her pocket, andsays she, `If you don't give me your purse this instant minute, or showme a pot of gold, I'll cut the nose off the face of you as soon aswink. '

"The little man's eyes were popping out of his head with fright, andsays he, `Come with me a couple of fields off, and I'll show you where Ikeep my money!'

"So she went, still holding him fast in her hand, and keeping her twoeyes fixed on him without so much as a wink, when, all of a sudden, whatdo you think?

"She heard a whiz and a buzz behind her, as if all the bees in the worldwere humming, and the little old man cries out, `There go your beesa-swarming and a-going off with themselves like blazes!'

"She turned her head for no more than a second of time, but when shelooked back there was nothing at all in her hand. 

"He slipped out of her fingers as if he were made of fog or smoke, andsorrow a bit of him did she ever see after. " [Note 1. ]

"And she never got the gold at all, " sighed Eileen. 

"Never so much as a ha'penny worth, " said Grannie Malone. 

"I believe I'd rather get rich in America than try to catch Leprechaunsfor a living, " said Larry. 

"And you never said a truer word, " said Grannie. "'Tis a poor livingyou'd get from the Leprechauns, I'm thinking, rich as they are. "

By this time the teapot was empty, and every crumb of the cakeen wasgone, and as Larry had eaten two potatoes, just as Eileen thought hewould, there was little left to clear away. 

It was late in the afternoon. The room had grown darker, and GrannieMalone went to the little window and looked out. 

"Now run along with yourselves home, " she said, "for the sun is nearlysetting across the bog, and your Mother will be looking for you. Here, put this in your pocket for luck. " She gave Larry a little piece ofcoal. "The Good Little People will take care of good children if theyhave a bit o' this with them, " she said; "and you, Eileen, be carefulthat you don't step in a fairy ring on your way home, for you've a lightfoot on you like a leaf in the wind, and `The People' will keep youdancing for dear knows how long, if once they get you. "

"We'll keep right in the boreen (road), won't we, Larry? Good-bye, Grannie, " said Eileen. 

The Twins started home. Grannie Malone stood in her doorway, shadingher eyes with her hand, and looking after them until a turn in the roadhid them from sight. Then she went into her little cabin and shut thedoor. 

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Note 1. Adapted from Thomas Keightley's _Fairy Mythology_. 

CHAPTER FOUR. 

THE TINKERS. 

After Larry and Eileen had gone around the turn in the road there wereno houses in sight for quite a long distance. 

On one side of the road stretched the brown bog, with here and there apool of water in it which shone bright in the colours of the settingsun. It was gay, too, with patches of yellow buttercups, of primroses, and golden whins. The whins had been in bloom since Easter, for Larryand Eileen had gathered the yellow flowers to dye their Easter eggs. Onthe other side of the road the land rose a little, and was so coveredwith stones that it seemed as if there were no earth left for things togrow in. Yet the mountain fern took root there and made the rocks gaywith its green fronds. 

The sun was so low that their shadows stretched far across the boglandbeside them as the Twins trudged along. 

Three black ravens were flying overhead, and a lark was singing itsevening song. 

Eileen looked up in the sky. "There's the ghost of a moon up there!Look, Larry, " she said. 

Larry looked up. There floating high above them, was a pale, pale moon, almost the colour of the sky itself. "It looks queer and lonesome upthere, " he said, "and there's no luck at all in three ravens flying. They'll be putting a grudge on somebody's cow, maybe. I wonder wherethe little lark does be hiding herself. "

Larry was still looking up in the sky for the little lark, when Eileensuddenly seized his arm. "Whist, Larry, " she whispered. "Look beforeyou on the road!"

Larry stopped stock-still and looked. A man was coming toward them. The man was still a long way off, but they could see that he carriedsomething on his back. And beside the road, not so far away from wherethe Twins stood, there was a camp, like a gypsy camp. 

"'Tis the Tinkers!" whispered Larry. He took Eileen's hand and pulledher with him behind a heap of stones by the road. Then they crept alongvery quietly and climbed over the wall into a field. 

From behind the wall they could peep between the stones at the Tinkers'Camp without being seen. 

The Twins were afraid of Tinkers. Everybody is in Ireland, because theTinkers wander around over the country without having any homesanywhere. 

They go from house to house in all the villages mending the pots andpans, and often they steal whatever they can lay their hands on. 

At night they sleep on the ground with only straw for a bed, and theycook in a kettle over a camp-fire. 

The Twins were so badly scared that their teeth chattered. 

Eileen was the first to say anything. 

"However will we g-g-g-get home at all?" she whispered. "They've a dogwith them, and he'll b-b-b-bark at us surely. Maybe he'll bite us!"

They could see a woman moving about through the Camp. She had a firewith a kettle hanging over it. There were two or three other peopleabout, and some starved-looking horses. The dog was lying beside thefire, and there was a baby rolling about on the ground. A little pigwas tied by one hind leg to a thorn-bush. 

"If the dog comes after us, " said Larry, "I'd drop a stone on him, outof a tree, just the way the good son did in the story, and kill himdead. "

"But there's never a tree anywhere about, " said Eileen. "Sure, that isno plan at all. "

"That's a true word, " said Larry, when he had looked all about for atree, and found none. "We'll have to think of something else. "

Then he thought and thought. "We might go back to Grannie's, " he saidafter a while. 

"That would be no better, " Eileen whispered, "for, surely, our Motherwould go crazy with worrying if we didn't come home, at all, and wealready so late. "

"Well, then, " Larry answered, "we must just bide here until it's dark, and creep by, the best way we can. Anyway, I've the piece of coal in mypocket, and Grannie said no harm would come to us at all, and we havingit. "

Just then the man, who had been coming up the road, reached the Camp. The dog ran out to meet him, barking joyfully. The man came near thefire and threw the bundle off his shoulder. It was two fat geese, withtheir legs tied together!

"The Saints preserve us, " whispered Eileen, "if those aren't our own twogeese! Do you see those black feathers in their wings?"

"He's the thief of the world, " said Larry. 

He forgot to be frightened because he was so angry, and he spoke rightout loud! He stood up and shook his fist at the Tinker. His headshowed over the top of the wall. Eileen jerked him down. 

"Whist now, Larry darling, " she begged. "If the dog sees you once he'lltear you to pieces. "

Larry dropped behind the wall again, and they watched the Tinker's wifeloosen the string about the legs of the geese, and tie them by a longcord to the bush, beside the little pig. Then all the Tinker peoplegathered around the pot and began to eat their supper. 

The baby and the dog were on the ground playing together. The Twinscould hear the shouts of the baby, and the barks of the dog. 

It was quite dusk by this time, but the moon grew brighter and brighterin the sky, and the flames of the Tinkers' fire glowed more and morered, as the night came on. 

"Sure, it isn't going to get real dark at all, " whispered Larry. 

"Then we'd better be going now, " said Eileen, "for the Tinkers areeating their supper, and their backs are towards the road, and we'llmake hardly a taste of noise with our bare feet. "

They crept along behind the rocks, and over the wall. "Now, " whisperedLarry, "slip along until we're right beside them, and then run like thewind!"

The Twins took hold of hands. They could hear their hearts beat. Theywalked softly up the road. 

The Tinkers were still laughing and talking; the baby and the dog kepton playing. 

The Twins were almost by, when all of a sudden, the geese stood up. "Squawk, squawk, " they cried. "Squawk, squawk. "

"Whatever is the matter with you, now?" said the Tinker's wife to thegeese. "Can't you be quiet?" The dog stopped romping with the baby, sniffed the air, and growled. "Lie down, " said the woman; "there's abone for your supper. " She threw the dog a bone. He sprang at it andbegan to gnaw it. 

Larry and Eileen had crouched behind a rock the minute the geese beganto squawk. "I believe they know us, " whispered Eileen. 

They waited until everything was quiet again. Then Larry whispered, "Run now, and if you fall, never wait to rise but run till we get to TomDaly's house!"

Then they ran! The soft pat-pat of their bare feet on the dirt road wasnot heard by the Tinkers, and soon another turn in the road hid themfrom view, but, for all that, they ran and ran, ever so far, until somehouses were in sight. 

They could see the flicker of firelight in the windows of the nearesthouse. It was Tom Daly's house. They could see Tom's shadow as he satat his loom, weaving flax into beautiful white linen cloth. They couldhear the clack! clack! of his loom. It made the Twins feel much saferto hear this sound and see Tom's shadow, for Tom was a friend of theirs, and they often went into his house and watched him weave his beautifullinen, which was so fine that the Queen herself used it. Up the road, in the window of the last house of all, a candle shone. 

"Sure, Mother is watching for us, " said Larry. "She's put a candle inthe window. "

They went on more slowly now, past Tom Daly's, past the Maguires' andthe O'Briens' and several other houses on the way, and when they werequite near their own home Larry said, "Sure, I'll never travel againwithout a bit of coal in my pocket. Look at all the danger we've beenin this night, and never the smallest thing happening to us. "

And Eileen said, "Indeed, musha, 'tis well we're the good children!Sure, the Good Little People would never at all let harm come to thelikes of us, just as Grannie said. "

CHAPTER FIVE. 

THE TWINS GET HOME. 

When they were nearly home, the Twins saw a dark figure hurrying downthe road, and as it drew near, their Mother's voice called to them, "Isit yourselves, Larry and Eileen, and whatever kept you till this hour?Sure, you've had me distracted entirely with wondering what had becomeof you at all! And your Dada sits in the room with a lip on him as longas to-day and to-morrow!"

The Twins both began to talk at once. Their mother clapped her handsover her ears. 

"Can't you hold your tongues and speak quietly now--one at a time likegentlemen and ladies?" she said. "Come in to your father and tell himall about it. "

The Twins each took one of her hands, and they all three hurried intothe house. They went into the kitchen. Their Father was sitting by thechimney, with his feet up, smoking his pipe when they came in. Hebrought his feet to the floor with a thump, and sat up straight in hischair. 

"Where have you been, you Spalpeens?" he said. "It's nine o'clock thisinstant minute. "

The Twins both began again to talk. Their Mother flew about the kitchento get them a bite of supper. 

"Come now, " said the Father, "I can't hear myself at all with the noiseof you. Do you tell the tale, Larry. "

Then Larry told them about the cakeen, and the silk hat, and MichaelMalone, and the Tinkers, while his Mother said, "The Saints preserveus!" every few words, and Eileen interrupted to tell how brave Larry hadbeen--"just like the good son in Grannie Malone's tale, for all theworld. "

But when they came to the geese part of the story, the Father said, "Blathers, " and got up and hurried out to the place where the fowls werekept, in the yard behind the house. 

In a few minutes he came in again. "The geese are gone, " he said, "andthat's the truth or I can't speak it!"

"Bad luck to the thieves, then, " cried the Mother. "The back of my handto them! Sure, I saw a rough, scraggly man with a beard on him like arick of hay, come along this very afternoon, and I up the road talkingwith Mrs Maguire! I never thought he'd make that bold, to carry offgeese in the broad light of day! And me saving them againstChristmastime, too!"

"Wait till I get that fellow where beating is cheap, and I'll take thechange out of him!" said the Father. 

Eileen began to cry and Larry's lip trembled. 

"Come here now, you poor dears, " their Mother said. "Sit down on thetwo creepeens by the fire, and have a bite to eat before you go to bed. Indeed, you must be starved entirely, with the running, and the fright, and all. I'll give you a drink of cold milk, warmed up with a sup ofhot water through it, and a bit of bread, to comfort your stomachs. "

While the Twins ate the bread and drank the milk, their Father andMother talked about the Tinkers. "Sure, they are as a frost in spring, and a blight in harvest, " said Mrs McQueen. "I wonder wherever theygot the badness in them the way they have. "

"I've heard said it was a Tinker that led Saint Patrick astray when hewas in Ireland, " said Mr McQueen. "I don't know if it's true or not, but the tale is that he was brought here a slave, and that it would takea hundred pounds to buy his freedom. One day, when he was minding thesheep on the hills, he found a lump of silver, and he met a Tinker andasked him the value of it. 

"`Wirra, ' says the Tinker, `'tis naught but a bit of solder. Give it tome!' But Saint Patrick took it to a smith instead, and the smith toldhim the truth about it, and Saint Patrick put a curse on the Tinkers, that every man's face should be against them, and that they should getno rest at all but to follow the road. "

"Some say they do be walking the world forever, " said Mrs McQueen, "andI never in my life met any one that had seen a Tinker's funeral. "

"There'll maybe be one if I catch the Tinker that stole the geese!" MrMcQueen said grimly. 

Mrs McQueen laughed. "It's the fierce one you are to talk, " she said, "and you that good-natured when you're angry that you'd scare not even afly! Come along now to bed with you, " she added to the Twins. "Thereyou sit with your eyes dropping out of your heads with sleep. "

She helped them undress and popped them into their beds in the nextroom; then she barred the door, put out the candle, covered the coals inthe fireplace, and went to bed in the room on the other side of thekitchen. Last of all, Mr McQueen knocked the ashes from his pipeagainst the chimney-piece, and soon everything was quiet in theircottage, and in the whole village of Ballymora where they lived. 

CHAPTER SIX. 

HOW THEY WENT TO THE BOG. 

The next morning when the Twins woke up, the sun was shining in throughthe one little square window in the bedroom, and lay in a bright patchof yellow on the floor. Eileen sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Thenshe stuck her head out between the curtains of her bed. "Is it to-dayor to-morrow? I don't know, " she said. 

Larry sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He peeped out from hiscurtains. "It isn't yesterday, anyway, " he said, "and glad I am forthat. Do you mind about the Tinkers, Eileen?"

"I do so, " said Eileen, "and the geese. "

Their Mother heard them and came to the door. "Sure, I thought I'd letyou sleep as late as ever you liked, " she said, "for there's no schoolto-day, but you're awake and clacking, so how would you like to go withyour Dada to the bog to cut turf? Himself will put a bit of bread inhis pocket for you, and you can take a sup of milk along. "

"Oh, wirra!" cried Eileen. "What have we done but left the milk-jug atGrannie Malone's!"

"You can take the milk in the old brown jug, then, " said the Mother, "and come along home by way of Grannie's, and get the jug itself. I'dlike your Father to get a sight of the Tinkers' Camp, and maybe of thatthief of the world that stole the geese on us. "

It didn't take the Twins long to dress. They wore few clothes, and noshoes and stockings, and their breakfast of bread and potatoes was sooneaten. The Mother had already milked the cow, and when they had had adrink of fresh milk they were ready to start. 

Mr McQueen was at the door with "Colleen, " the donkey, and when Larryand Eileen came out, he put them both on Colleen's back, and theystarted down the road toward the bog. 

When they came to the place where the Tinkers' Camp should be, there wasno camp there at all! They looked east and west, but no sign of theTinkers did they see. 

"If it were not for the two geese gone, I'd think you had beendreaming!" said Mr McQueen to the Twins. 

"Look there, then, " said Larry. "Sure, there's the black mark on theground where their fire was!"

The Twins slid off Colleen's back, and ran to the spot where the camphad been. There, indeed, was the mark of a fire, and near by were somewisps of straw. There were the marks of horses' feet, too, and Eileenfound a white goose feather by the thorn-bush, and a piece of brokenrope. 

"They were here surely, " Mr McQueen said, "and far enough away they areby this time, no doubt. It's likely the police were after them. "

They went back to the road, and the Twins got up again on Colleen'sback, and soon they had reached the near end of the bog. 

Mr McQueen stopped. "I'll be cutting the turf here, " he said, "and thetwo of you can go on to Grannie Malone's with the donkey, and bring backthe jug with yourselves. Get along with you, " and he gave the donkey aslap. 

The Twins and the donkey started along the road. Everything went welluntil Colleen spied a tuft of green thistles, on a high bank beside theroad. Colleen loved thistles, and she made straight for them. Thefirst thing the Twins knew they were sliding swiftly down the donkey'sback, while Colleen stood with her fore feet high on the bank and herhind feet in the road. 

Larry, being behind, landed first, with Eileen on top of him. Shewasn't hurt a bit, but she was a little scared. "Sure, Larry, butyou're the soft one to fall on, " she said as she rolled over and pickedherself up. 

"I may be soft to fall on, " said Larry, "but I'm the easier squashed forthat! Look at me now! It's out of shape I am entirely, with the printof yourself on me!"

Then--"Whatever will we do with Colleen?" Eileen said. "She's got hernose in the thistles and we'll never be able to drag her away fromthem. "

They pulled on the halter, but Colleen refused to budge. Larry got upon the bank and pushed her. He even pulled her backward by the tail!Colleen didn't seem to mind it at all. She kept right on eating thethistles. 

At last Larry said, "You go on with yourself to Grannie Malone's for thejug, Eileen, and I'll stay here until she finishes the thistles. "

So he sat down by the road on a stone and Eileen trotted off toGrannie's. 

CHAPTER SEVEN. 

THE BOG. 

When Eileen got back with the jug, she found Larry still sitting besidethe road. He was talking with a freckled-faced boy, and Colleen's headwas still in the thistles. 

"The top of the morning to you, Dennis Maguire, " Eileen called to thefreckled boy when she saw him. "And does it take the two of you towatch one donkey at his breakfast? Come along and let's play in thebog!"

"But however shall we leave Colleen? She might run away on us, " saidLarry. 

"She's tethered by hunger fast enough, " said Eileen. "Ropes would notdrag her away. But you could throw her halter over a stone, to besure. "

Larry slipped the halter over a stone, they set the milk-jug in a safeplace, and the three children ran off into the bog. 

The bogland was brown and dark. Tufts of coarse grass grew here andthere, and patches of yellow gorse. There were many puddles, andsometimes there were deep holes, where the turf had been cut out. 

Mr McQueen was a thrifty man, and got his supply of turf early in theseason. He would cut it out in long black blocks, like thick mud, andleave it in the sun to dry. When it was quite dry he would carry ithome on Colleen's back, pile it in a high turf-stack near the kitchendoor, and it would burn in the fireplace all winter. 

The children were barefooted, so they played in the puddles as much asever they liked. 

By and by Eileen said, "Let's play we are Deirdre and the sons ofUsnach. "

"And who were they, indeed?" said Dennis. 

"It was Grannie told us about them, " said Eileen, "and sure it's thesorrowfullest story in Ireland. "

"Then let's not be playing it, " said Dennis. 

"But there's Kings in it, and lots of fighting!"

"Well, then, it might not be so bad, at all. Tell the rest of it, "Dennis answered. 

"Well, then, " Eileen began, "there once was a high King of Emain, andhis name was Conchubar [pronounced _Connor_]. And one time when he washunting out in the fields, he heard a small little cry, crying. And hefollowed the sound of it, and what should he find, but a little babygirl, lying alone in the field!"

"Well, listen to that now, " said Dennis. 

"He did so, " Eileen went on; "and he loved the child and took her to hiscastle, and had her brought up fine and careful, intending for to marryher when she should be grown up. And he hid her away, with only an oldwoman to take care of her, in a beautiful house far in the mountain, forhe was afraid she'd be stolen away from him. 

"And she had silver dishes and golden cups, and everything fine andelegant, and she the most beautiful creature you ever laid your two eyeson. "

"Sure, I don't see much fighting in the tale, at all, " said Dennis. 

"Whist now, and I'll come to it, " Eileen answered. 

"One day when Deirdre had grown to be a fine big girl, she looks out ofthe window, and she sees Naisi [pronounced _Naysha_] going along by withhis two brothers, the three of them together, they having been huntingin the mountain. And the minute she slaps her eyes on Naisi, `There, 'says she, `is the grandest man in the width of the world, and I'll bewife to no man but him, ' says she. 

"So she calls in the sons of Usnach, though the old woman is scared tohave her, and she tells Naisi she's going to marry him. 

"And Naisi says, says he, `I'll never be one to refuse a lady, butthere'll be murder the day Conchubar finds it out!' says he. 

"So they went away that same night, and the old woman fair distraughtwith fear. Soon along comes Conchubar to see Deirdre, for to marry her. And he had many men with him. When he finds Deirdre gone, `It's thatNaisi, ' says he, `that stole her away. ' And he cursed him. And all hismen and himself went out for to chase Naisi and his two brothers. Butthey never caught up with them at all for ten years, and Naisi andDeirdre living all the time as happy as two birds in the springtime. "

"No fighting at all yet, " said Dennis, "and ten years gone by. Musha, indeed, 'tis not much of a tale at all. "

"There was fighting enough when the years were up, " Eileen said. "Themen of Conchubar pursued them up hill and down dale, and when theyfinally caught them, there was fighting that made the ground red withthe blood spilled. 

"And when Naisi and his brothers were all caught together, and Conchubarwas after killing them, sure, didn't Deirdre put an end to herselfentirely, and the four of them were buried together in one grave. "

"But however will we play it at all?" said Larry. 

"Listen, now, " said Eileen. "I'll be Deirdre, of course. You can justbe Naisi, Larry, and Dennis can be Conchubar, and he after us, and werunning as fast as ever we can, to get away from him. You must give usa start, Dennis. "

CHAPTER EIGHT. 

"DIDDY. "

Larry and Eileen took hold of hands, and began running as fast as theycould. They jumped from one tuft of grass to another. Dennis camesplashing through the puddles after them. He had almost caught them, when all of a sudden, Larry stopped and listened. 

"What's that now?" he said. Eileen and Dennis listened too. They hearda faint squealing sound. 

They looked all around. There was nothing in sight but the brown bog, and the stones, and the blue hills far beyond. They were a little bitscared. 

"Do you suppose it might be a Leprechaun?" Eileen whispered. 

"'Tis a tapping noise they make; not a crying noise at all, " Larryanswered. 

"Maybe it's a Banshee, " Dennis said. "They do be crying about sometimesbefore somebody is going to die. "

"'Tis no Banshee whatever, " Eileen declared. "They only cry at night. "

They heard the squealing sound again. 

"'Tis right over there, " cried Eileen, pointing to a black hole in thebog where turf had been cut out. "Indeed, and it might be a beautifulbaby like Deirdre herself! Let's go and see. "

They crept up to the bog-hole, and peeped over the edge. The hole wasquite deep and down in the bottom of it was a little pig! Dennis rolledover on the ground beside the bog-hole and screamed with laughter. 

"Sure, 'tis the beautiful child entirely!" he said. 

"'Tis the little pig the Tinkers had!" cried Eileen. 

"It broke the rope and ran away with itself, " shouted Larry. 

"However will we get it out?" said Eileen. "The hole is too deepentirely!"

"The poor little thing is nearly destroyed with hunger, " Larry said. "I'll go down in the hole and lift her out. "

"However will you get out yourself, then, Larry darling?" cried Eileen. 

"The two of you can give me your hands, " said Larry, "and I'll be up inno time. "

Then Larry jumped down into the hole. He caught the little pig in hisarms. The little pig squealed harder than ever and tried to get away, but Larry held it up as high as he could. 

Eileen and Dennis reached down and each got hold of one of the pig'sfront feet. "Now then for you!" cried Larry. 

He gave the pig a great shove. He shoved so hard that Eileen and Dennisboth fell over backwards into a puddle! But they held tight to the pig, and there the three of them were together, rolling in the bog with thepig on top of them!

"Hold her, hold her!" shrieked Larry. By standing on tiptoe his nosewas just above the edge of the bog-hole, so he could see them. 

"I've got her, " Eileen cried. "Run back for the bit of rope the Tinkersleft, Dennis, and tie her, hard and fast!"

Dennis ran for the rope while Eileen sat on the ground and held thelittle pig in her arms. The little pig squealed and kicked and triedevery minute to get away. She kicked even after her hind legs were tiedtogether. But Eileen held on!

"You'll have to get Larry out alone, Dennis, while I never let go ofthis pig, " cried Eileen, breathlessly. "She's that wild, she'll berunning away with herself on her two front legs, alone. "

Dennis reached down, and took both of Larry's hands and pulled andpulled until he got him out. 

Larry was covered with mud from the bog-hole, and Eileen and Dennis werewet and muddy from falling into the puddle. 

But they had the pig!

"Sure, she is a beautiful little pig, and we'll call her Deirdre, because we found her in the bog just in the same way as Conchubarhimself, " said Larry. 

"Indeed, Deirdre was too beautiful altogether to be naming a pig afterher, " Eileen said. 

"Isn't she a beautiful little pig, then?" Larry answered. 

"Well, maybe we might be calling her `Diddy, ' for short, and no offenceto herself at all, " Eileen agreed. 

The poor little pig was so tired out with struggling, and so hungry, that she was fairly quiet while Dennis carried her on his shoulder tothe road. Eileen walked behind Dennis and fed her with green leaves. 

She was so quiet that Larry said: "We'll tie the rope to one of Diddy'shind legs, and she'll run home herself in front of us. "

So when they reached the road he and Dennis tied the rope securely toDiddy's left hind leg and set her down. 

They found Colleen asleep, standing up. 

Larry woke her. Then he said, "Eileen, come now, you take the jug, andget on Colleen's back. Dennis can lead her, and I'll drive the pigmyself. "

But Diddy was feeling better after her rest. She made up her mind shedidn't like the plan. She squealed and tried to get away. Once sheturned quickly and ran between Larry's legs and tripped him up. But shewas a tired little pig, and so it was not long before, somehow, they gother back to where Mr McQueen was working. 

He hadn't heard them coming, though what with the pig squealing, and thechildren all speaking at once, they made noise enough. But Mr McQueenhad his head down digging, and he was in a bog-hole besides, so whenthey came up right beside him, with the pig, he almost fell over withastonishment. 

He stopped his work and leaned on his clete, while they told him allabout the pig, and how they found it, and got it out of the hole, andhow the Tinkers must have lost it. And when they were all done, he onlysaid, "The Saints preserve us! We'll take it home to Herself and lether cosset it up a bit!"

So the children hurried off to take the pig to their Mother without evenstopping to eat their bit of lunch. Mr McQueen came, too. 

When they got home, they found Mrs McQueen leaning on the farmyardfence. When she saw them coming with the pig, she ran out to meet them. 

"Wherever did you find the fine little pig?" she cried. Then she threwup her hands. "Look at the mud on you!" she said. 

Then the Twins and Dennis told the story all over again, and MrsMcQueen took the little pig in her apron. "The poor little thing!" shesaid. "Its heart is beating that hard, you'd think its ribs would burstthemselves. I'll get it some milk right away this minute when onceyou've looked in the yard. "

Mr McQueen and Dennis and the Twins went to the fence. There in theyard were the two geese with the black feathers in their wings! "Faith, and the luck is all with us this day, " said Mr McQueen. "However didyou get them back at all?"

"'Twas this way, if you'll believe me, " said Mrs McQueen. Shescratched the little pig's back with one hand as she talked. "I wasjust after churning my butter when what should I see looking in the doorbut that thief of a Tinker with the beard like a rick of hay! Thinks Ito myself, sure, my butter will be bewitched and never come at all withthe bad luck of a stranger, and he a Tinker, coming in the house!

"But he comes in and gives one plunge to the dasher for luck and tobreak the spell, and says he, very civil, `Would you be wanting to buyany fine geese to-day?'

"My heart was going thumpity-thump, but I says to him, `I might look atthem, maybe, ' and with that I go to the door, for the sake of gettinghim out of it, and if there weren't our own two geese, with the legs ofthem tied together!"

"The impudence of that!" cried Mr McQueen. "Get along with your tale, woman! Surely you never paid the old thief for your own two geese!"

"Trust me!" replied Mrs McQueen. "I'm coming around to the point of mytale gradual, like an old goat grazing around its tethering stump! Isays to him, `They look well enough, but I'm wishful to see themstanding up on their own two legs. That one looks as if it might be abit lame, and the cord so tight on it! And meanwhile, will you behaving a bit of a drink on this hot day?'

"Then I gave him a sup of milk, in a mug, and with that he thanks mekindly, loosens the cord, and sets the geese up on their legs for me tosee. In a minute of time I stood between him and the geese, and `Shoo!'says I to them, and to him I says, `Get along with you before I call theman working behind the house to put an end to your thieving entirely!'

"And upon that he went in great haste, taking the mug along with him, but it was cracked anyway!"

"Woman, woman, but you've the clever tongue in your head, " said MrMcQueen with admiration. 

"'Tis mighty lucky we have, " said Mrs McQueen, "for it's little elsewomen have in this world to help themselves with!"

Then she put the little pig down in the empty pig-pen in the farmyardand went to fetch it some milk. 

CHAPTER NINE. 

THE SECRET. 

Mr McQueen was a good farmer, but at the time he lived in Ireland, farmers could not own their farms. 

The land was all owned by rich landlords, who did not do any workthemselves. These landlords very often lived away in England or France, and did not know much about how the poor people lived at home, or howhard they had to work to get the money for the rent of their farms. 

Sometimes, when they did know, they didn't care. What they wanted wasall the money they could get, so they could live in fine houses and wearbeautiful clothes, and go where they pleased, without doing any work. 

When the landlords were away, they had agents to collect the rents forthem. 

The business of these agents was to get all the rent money they could, and they made life very hard for the farmers. 

Sometimes when the farmers couldn't pay all the rent, the agent wouldturn them out of their houses. This was called "evicting" them. Thefarm that Mr McQueen lived on, as well as the village and all thecountry roundabout, was owned by the Earl of Elsmore, who lived most ofthe year in great style in England. The agent who collected rents wasMr Conroy. Nobody liked Mr Conroy very much, but everybody was afraidof him, because he could do so much to injure them. 

So one morning when Mr McQueen came back very early from hispotato-field, he was not glad to see Mr Conroy's horse standing nearhis door, and Mr Conroy himself, leaning on the farmyard fence, lookingat the fowls. 

"How are you, McQueen?" said Mr Conroy, when Mr McQueen came up. 

"Well enough, Mr Conroy, " said Mr McQueen. 

"And you're doing well with the farm, too, it seems, " said Mr Conroy. "Those are good-looking fowls you have, and the pig is fine and fat. How many cows have you, now?"

"Two, and a heifer, " said Mr McQueen. 

"You drained that field over by the bog this year, didn't you, and haveit planted to turnips?" went on Mr Conroy. "I'm glad to see you soprosperous, McQueen. Of course, now, the farm is worth more than it waswhen you first took it, and so you'll not be surprised that I'm raisingthe rent on you. "

"If the farm is worth more, 'tis my work that has made it so, " said MrMcQueen, "and I shouldn't be punished for that. The house is none toogood at all, and the place is not worth more. Last year was the droughtand all manner of bad luck, and next year may be no better. Truly, MrConroy, if you press me, I don't know how I can scrape more togetherthan I'm paying now. "

"Well, then, " said Mr Conroy. "You must just find a way, for this isone of the best farms about here, and you should pay as much as anyone. "

"You can't get money by shaking a man with empty pockets, " said MrMcQueen. 

But Mr Conroy only laughed and said:

"You'll have five pounds in yours when next rent-day comes around, or'twill be the worse for you. You wouldn't like to be evicted, I'msure. "

Then he mounted his horse and rode away. 

Mr McQueen went into the house with a heavy heart, and told his wifethe bad news. 

"Faith, " said Mrs McQueen, "I'd not be in that man's shoes for all youcould offer. It's grinding down the faces of the poor he is, and thatat the telling of some one else! Not even his badness is his own! Hedoes as he's bid. "

"He gets fat on it, " said Mr McQueen. 

"Faith, we'll get along somehow, " said Mrs McQueen. "We always have, though 'tis true it's been scant fare we've had now and again. "

Mr McQueen didn't answer. He went back to his work in the fields. Mrs McQueen got the Twins started off to school, with their lunch in alittle tin bucket, and began her washing, but she did not sing at herwork that day as she sometimes did. 

Larry and Eileen knew that something was wrong, though their Father andMother had not said anything to them about it. 

They had seen Mr Conroy talking with their Father in the yard. "Andit's never a sign of anything good to see Mr Conroy, " Eileen said. 

Larry was thinking the same thing, for he said:--

"When I'm a man, I'm going to be rich, and then I'll give you and Motherand Dada a fine house, and fine clothes, and things in plenty. "

"However will you get the money?" asked Eileen. 

"Oh! Giants or something, " Larry answered, "or maybe being anAlderman. "

"Blathers!" said Eileen. "I've a better plan in my head. You know Dadaand Mother said we could have Diddy for our very own, because we foundher ourselves. "

"I do, " said Larry. 

"Well, then, " said Eileen, "I know it's about the rent they arebothered, for it always is the rent that bothers them. Now, when theFair-time comes we'll coax Dada to let us take Diddy to the Fair. She'll be nice and fat by that time, and we'll sell her, and give themoney to Dada for the rent!"

"Sure, it will be hard parting with Diddy, that's been like one of ourown family since the day we found her crying in the bog, " said Larry. 

"Indeed, and it will, " said Eileen, "but we think more of our parentsthan of a pig, surely. "

"But however will we get her to the Fair to sell her?" said Larry. 

"We'll get Dada to take her for us, but we'll never tell him we mean themoney to go for the rent until we put it in his hands, " Eileen answered, "and we won't tell any one else at all. It's a Secret. "

"I'd like to be telling Dennis, maybe, " said Larry. 

"We can tell Dennis and Grannie Malone, but no one else at all, " Eileenagreed. 

CHAPTER TEN. 

SCHOOL. 

By this time they had reached the schoolhouse. The Schoolmaster wasstanding in the door calling the children to come in. 

He was a tall man dressed in a worn suit of black. He wore glasses onhis nose, and carried a stick in his hand. 

The schoolhouse had only one room, with four small windows, and Larryhung his cap and Eileen her shawl, on nails driven into the wall. 

The schoolroom had benches for the children to sit on, with long desksin front of them. On the wall hung a printed copy of the TenCommandments. At one side there was a fireplace, but, as it was summer, there was no fire in it. 

The Master rapped on his desk, which was in the front of the room, andthe children all hurried to their seats. Larry sat on one side of theroom, with the boys. Eileen sat on the other, with the girls. 

The Master called the roll. There were fifteen boys and thirteen girls. When the roll was called and the number marked down on a slate in frontof the school, the Master said, "First class in reading. "

All the little boys and girls of the size of Larry and Eileen cameforward and stood in a row. There were just three of them: Larry andEileen and Dennis. 

"Larry, you may begin, " said the Master. 

Larry read the first lines of the lesson. They were, "To do ill is asin. 

"Can you run far?"

Larry wondered who it was that had done ill, and if he were running awaybecause of it, and who stopped him to ask, "Can you run far?" He wasthinking about it when Eileen read the next two sentences. 

They were, "Is he friend or foe?

"Did you hurt your toe?"

This did not seem to Larry to clear the mystery. 

"Next!" called the Master. 

Dennis stood next. He read, "He was born in a house on the hill. 

"Is rice a kind of corn?

"Get me a cork for the ink jar. "

Just at this point the Master went to the open door to drive away somechickens that wanted to come in, and as Dennis had not been told to stophe went right on. Dennis was eight, and he could read quite fast if hekept his finger on the place. This is what he read:--

"The morn is the first part of the day. 

"This is my son, I hope you will like him. 

"Sin not, for God hates sin. 

"Can a worm walk?

"No, it has no feet, but it can creep. 

"Did you meet Fred in the street?

"Weep no more. "

By this time the chickens were frightened away and Dennis was nearly outof breath. 

The Master came back. Then Eileen had a turn. They could almost saythe lessons by heart, they knew them so well. 

After the reading-lesson they went back to their benches, and studied inloud whispers, but Larry was thinking of something else. He drew a pigwith a curly tail on his slate--like this--

He held it up for Dennis to see. He wanted to tell him about Diddy andthe Fair, but the Master saw what he had done. "Come here, LarryMcQueen, and bring your slate, " he said. "Sure, I'll teach you bettermanners. Get up on this stool now, and show yourself. " He put a largepaper dunce-cap on Larry's head, and made him sit up on a stool beforethe whole school!

The other children laughed, all but Eileen. She hid her face on herdesk, and two little tears squeezed out between her fingers. But Larrydidn't cry. He pretended he didn't care at all. He sat there for whatseemed a very long time, while other children recited other lessons inreading, and grammar, and arithmetic. The Master gave him this poem tolearn by heart:--

 "I thank the Goodness and the Grace That on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days, A happy English child. "

Larry wondered why he was called an English child, when he knew he wasIrish. And he wasn't so sure either about the "Christian days"; but helearned it and said it to the teacher before he got down off the stool. It seemed to him that it was about three days before noontime came. Atlast they were dismissed, and the Twins went out with the other childreninto the schoolyard to eat their luncheon. Dennis ate his with them, and Larry told him the Secret. 

After lunch they went back into the dark, smoky little schoolroom formore lessons, and when three o'clock came, how glad they were to godancing out into the sunshine again, and walk home along the familiarroad, with the air sweet about them, and the little birds singing in thefields. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN. 

THE FAIR. 

For many weeks Eileen and Larry kept the Secret. They told no one butDennis and Grannie Malone, and they both promised they would never, never tell. 

Mr McQueen worked hard--early and late--over his turnips and cabbagesand potatoes, and Larry and Eileen helped by feeding the pig andchickens, and driving the cows along the roadsides, where they could getfresh sweet grass to eat. 

One evening Mr McQueen said to his wife. "Rent-day comes soon, andnext week will be the Fair. "

Larry and Eileen heard him say it. They looked at each other and thenEileen went to her Father and said, "Dada, will you take Larry and me tothe Fair with you? We want to sell our pig. "

"_You_ sell your pig!" cried Mr McQueen. "You mean you want to sell it_yourselves_?"

"You can help us, " Eileen answered; "but it's our pig and we want tosell it, don't we, Larry?"

Larry nodded his head up and down very hard with his mouth tight shut. He was so afraid the Secret would jump out of it!

"Well, I never heard the likes of that!" said McQueen. He slapped hisknee and laughed. 

"We've got it all planned, " said Eileen. She was almost ready to crybecause her Father laughed at her. "We've fed the pig and fed her, until she's so fat she can hardly walk, and we are going to wash herclean, and I have a ribbon to tie on her ear. Diddy will look so fineand stylish, I'm sure some one will want to buy her!"

Mrs McQueen was just setting away a pan of milk. She stopped with thepan in her hand. 

"Leave them go, " she said. 

Mr McQueen smoked awhile in silence. At last he said:--

"It's your own pig, and I suppose you can go, but you'll have a long dayof it. "

"The longer the better, " said the Twins. 

All that week they carried acorns, and turnip-tops, and everything theycould find that was good for pigs to eat, and fed them to Diddy, and shegot fatter than ever. 

The day before the Fair, they took the scrubbing-pail and the broom, andsome water, and scrubbed her until she was all pink and clean. Thenthey put her in a clean place for the night, and went to bed early sothey would be ready to get up in the morning. 

When the first cock crowed, before daylight the next morning, Eileen'seyes popped wide open in the dark. The cock crowed again. _Cock-a-doodle-doo_!

"Wake up, Larry darling, " cried Eileen from her bed. "The morn is uponus, and we are not ready for the Fair. "

Larry bounded out of bed, and such a scurrying around as there was toget ready! Mrs McQueen was already blowing the fire on the hearth inthe kitchen into a blaze, and the kettle was on to boil. The Twins wettheir hair and their Mother parted it and then they combed it down tighton the sides of their heads. But no matter how much they wet theirhair, the wind always blew it about their ears again in a very littlewhile. They put on their best clothes, and then they were ready forbreakfast. 

Mr McQueen was up long before the Twins. He had harnessed Colleen andhad loaded the pig into the cart somehow, and tied her securely. Thismust have been hard work, for Diddy had made up her mind she wasn'tgoing to the Fair. 

Mr McQueen had found room, too, for some crocks of butter, and severaldozen eggs carefully packed in straw. 

When breakfast was over, Mrs McQueen brought a stick with notches cutin it and gave it to Mr McQueen. 

She explained what each notch meant. "There's one notch, and a big one, for selling the pig, " she said, "and mind you see that the Twins get agood price for the creature. And here's another for selling the butterand eggs. And this is a pound of tea for Grannie Malone. She's beenout of tea this week past, and she with no one to send. And this notchis for Mrs Maguire's side of bacon that you're to be after bringing herwith her egg money, which is wrapped in a piece of paper in your insidepocket, and by the same token don't you be losing it. 

"And for myself, there's so many things I'm needing, that I've put allthese small notches close together. There's yarn for stockings for theTwins, and some thread for myself, to make crochet, that might turn me apenny in my odd moments, and a bit of flour, and some yellow meal. Nowremember that you forget nothing of it all!" Mr McQueen shook his headsadly. "Faith, there's little pleasure in going to the Fair with somany things on my mind, " he said. 

The sun was just peeping over the distant hills, when Colleen started upthe road, pulling the cart with Diddy in it, squealing "like a dozen ofherself" Mrs McQueen said. Mr McQueen led the donkey, and Larry andEileen followed on foot. They had on shoes and stockings, and Eileenhad on a clean apron and a bright little shawl, so they looked quitegay. 

They walked miles and miles, beside bogs, and over hills, along countryroads bordered by hedgerows or by stone walls. At last they saw thetowers of the Castle which belonged to the Earl of Elsmore. It was ontop of a high hill. 

The towers stood up strong and proud against the sky. Smoke was comingout of the chimneys. 

"Do you suppose the Earl himself is at home?" Eileen asked her Father. 

"'Tis not unlikely, " Mr McQueen answered. "He comes home sometimeswith parties of gentlemen and ladies for a bit of shooting or fishing. "

"Maybe he'll come to the Fair, " Eileen said to Larry. 

"Sure, he'd never miss anything so grand as the Fair and he being inthis part of the world, " said Larry. 

Some distance from the Castle they could see a church spire, and theroofs of the town, and nearer they saw a little village of stallsstanding in the green field, like mushrooms that had sprung upovernight. 

"The Fair! The Fair!" cried the Twins. 

CHAPTER TWELVE. 

HOW THEY SOLD THE PIG. 

Although they had come so far, they were among the earliest at the Fair. People were hurrying to and fro, carrying all sorts of goods andarranging them for sale on counters in little stalls, around an opensquare in the centre of the grounds. 

Cattle were being driven to their pens, horses were being brushed andcurried, sheep were bleating, cows were lowing, and even the hens andducks added their noise to the concert. Diddy herself squealed with allher might. 

Larry and Eileen had never seen so many people together before in alltheir lives. 

They had to think very hard about the Secret in order not to forgeteverything but the beautiful things they saw in the different stalls. 

There were vegetables and meats, and butter and eggs. There were hatsand caps. There were crochet-work, and bed-quilts, and shawls withbright borders, spread out for people to see. 

There were hawkers going about with trays of things to eat, pies andsweets, toffee and sugar-sticks. This made the Twins remember that theywere dreadfully hungry after their long walk, but they didn't haveanything to eat until quite a while after that, because they had so muchelse to do. They followed their Father to the corner where the pigswere. A man came to tell them where to put Diddy. 

"You can talk with these two farmers, " said Mr McQueen. He brought theTwins forward. "It's their pig. "

Then Larry and Eileen told the man about finding Diddy in the bog, andthat their Father had said they could have her for their own, and sothey had come to the Fair to sell her. 

"And whatever will you do with all the money?" asked the man. 

The Twins _almost_ told! The Secret was right on the tip end of theirtongues, but they clapped their hands over their mouths, quickly, so itdidn't get out. 

The man laughed. "Anyway, it's a fine pig, and you've a right to get agood price for her, " he said. And he gave them the very best pen of allfor Diddy. 

When she was safely in the pen, Eileen and Larry tied the red ribbon, which Eileen had brought in her pocket, to Diddy's ear, and another toher tail. Diddy looked very gay. 

When the Twins had had a bite to eat, they stood up before Diddy's pen, where the man told them to, and Diddy stood up on her hind legs with herfront feet on the rail, and squealed. Larry and Eileen fed her withturnip-tops. 

There were a great many people in the Fairgrounds by that time. Theywere laughing and talking, and looking at the things in the differentbooths. Every single one of them stopped to look at Diddy and theTwins, because the Twins were the very youngest farmers in the wholeFair. 

Everybody was interested, but nobody offered to buy, and the Twins weregetting discouraged when along came some farmers with ribbons in theirhands. They were the Judges!

The Twins almost held their breath while the Judges looked Diddy over. Then the head man said, "That's a very fine pig, and young. She is athoroughbred. Wherever did you get her, Mr McQueen?"

Mr McQueen just said, "Ask them!" pointing to the Twins. 

The Twins were very much scared to be talking to the Judges, but theytold about the Tinkers and how they found Diddy in the bog, and theJudges nodded their heads and looked very wise, and finally the chiefone said, "Faith, there's not her equal in the whole Fair! She gets theblue ribbon, or I'm no Judge. "

All the other men said the same. Then they gave the blue ribbon to theTwins, and Eileen tied it on Diddy's other ear! Diddy did not seem tolike being dressed up. She wiggled her ears and squealed. 

Just then there was the gay sound of a horn. _Tara, tara, tara_! itsang, and right into the middle of the Fairground drove a great tally-hocoach, with pretty young ladies and fine young gentlemen riding on topof it. 

Everybody turned away from Diddy and the Twins to see this grand sight!

The footman jumped down and helped down the ladies, while the driver, inlivery, stood beside the horses' heads with his hand on their bridles. 

Then all the young gentlemen and ladies went about the Fair to see thesights. 

"'Tis a grand party from the Castle, " said Mr McQueen to the Twins. "And sure, that's the Earl's daughter, the Lady Kathleen herself, withthe pink roses on her hat! I haven't seen a sight of her since she wasa slip of a girl, the size of yourselves. "

Lady Kathleen and her party came by just at that moment, and when shesaw Diddy with her ribbons and the Twins beside her, the Lady Kathleenstopped. 

The Twins could hardly take their eyes off her sweet face and her prettydress, and the flowered hat, but she asked them all sorts of questions, and finally they found themselves telling her the story of how theyfound the pig. 

"And what is your pig's name?" said Lady Kathleen. 

"Sure, ma'am, it's Deirdre, but we call her Diddy for short, " Eileenanswered. 

All the young gentlemen and ladies laughed. The Twins didn't like to belaughed at--they were almost ready to cry. 

"And why did you call her Deirdre?" asked Lady Kathleen. 

"It was because of finding her in the bog all alone with herself, thesame as Deirdre when she was a baby and found by the high King ofEmain, " Eileen explained. 

"A very good reason, and it's the finest story in Ireland, " said LadyKathleen. "I'm glad you know it so well, and she is such a fine pigthat I'm going to buy her from you myself. "

All the young ladies seemed to think this very funny, indeed. But LadyKathleen didn't laugh. She called one of the footmen. He came running. "Do you see that this pig is sent to the Castle when the Fair is over, "she said. 

"I will, your Ladyship, " said the footman. Then Lady Kathleen took outher purse. "What is the price of your pig?" she said to the Twins. 

They didn't know what to say, but the Judge, who was standing near, said, "She is a high-bred pig, your Ladyship, and worth all of threepounds. "

"Three pounds it is, then, " said the Lady Kathleen. She opened herpurse and took out three golden sovereigns. 

She gave them to the Twins and then almost before they found breath tosay, "Thank you, ma'am, " she and her gay company had gone on to anotherpart of the Fair. The Judge made a mark on Diddy's back to show thatshe had been sold. 

The Twins gave the three golden sovereigns to their Father to carry forthem, and he put them in the most inside pocket he had, for safekeeping! Then while he stayed to sell his butter and eggs, and to dohis buying, the Twins started out to see the Fair by themselves. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. 

WHAT THEY SAW. 

The first person they stopped to watch was a Juggler doing tricks. Itwas quite wonderful to see him keep three balls in the air all at thesame time, or balance a pole on the end of his nose. But when he tookout a frying-pan from behind his stall, and said to the Twins, who werestanding right in front of him, "Now, I'll be after making you a bit ofan omelet without any cooking, " their eyes were fairly popping out oftheir heads with surprise. 

The Juggler broke an egg into the frying-pan. Then he clapped on thecover, waved the pan in the air, and lifted the cover again. Instead ofan omelet there in the frying-pan was a little black chicken crying"Peep, peep, " as if it wanted its mother!

The Juggler looked very much surprised himself, and the Twins weresimply astonished. 

"Will you see that now!" Larry whispered to Eileen. "Sure, if only OldSpeckle could be learning that trick, 'twould save her a deal ofsitting. "

"Indeed, then, 'tis magic, " Eileen answered back, "and there's no luckin that same! Do you come away now, Larry McQueen, or he might becasting his spells on yourself and turning you into something elseentirely, a goat maybe, or a Leprechaun!"

This seemed quite likely to Larry, too, so they slipped hurriedly outunder the elbows of the crowd just as the Juggler was in the very act offinding a white rabbit in the crown of his hat. They never stoppedrunning until they found themselves in the middle of a group of peoplein a distant part of the Fairgrounds. 

This crowd had gathered around a rough-looking man with a bundle ofpapers under his arm. He was waving a leaflet in the air and shouting, "Ladies and Gentlemen--Whist now till I sing you a song of Old Ireland. 'Tis the Ballad of the Census Taker!" Then he began to sing in a voiceas loud as a clap of thunder. This was the first verse of the song:--

 "_Oh_, they're taking of the Census In the country and the town. _Have_ your children got the measles? _Are_ your chimneys tumbling down?"

Every one seemed to think this a very funny song and at the end of thesecond verse they all joined in the chorus. The Ballad Singer sanglouder than all the rest of the people put together. 

"Musha, the roars of him are like the roars of a giant, " Eileen said toLarry. "Indeed, I'm fearing he'll burst himself with the noise that'sin him. "

The moment the song ended, the Ballad Singer passed the hat, and thecrowd began to melt away. "There you go, now, " cried the Singer, "lepping away on your two hind legs like scared rabbits! Come alongback now, and buy the Ballad of `The Peeler and the Goat. ' Sure, 'tis afine song entirely and one you'll all be wanting to sing yourselves whenonce you've heard it. " He seized a young man by the arm. "Walk up andbuy a ballad now, " he said to him. "Troth, you've the look of a finesinger yourself, and dear knows what minute you may be needing one, andnone handy. Come now, buy before 'tis too late. "

The young man turned very red. "I don't think I'll be wanting anyballads, " he said, and tried to pull away. 

"You don't think!" shouted the Ballad Singer. "Of course, you don'tthink, you've nothing whatever to do it with!"

The crowd laughed. The poor young man bought a ballad. 

"There now, " cried the Singer, "you're the broth of a boy after all!Who'll be after buying the next one off of me?"

His eyes lighted on the Twins. They shook in their shoes. "He'll beclapping one of them on us next, " Larry said to Eileen. "We'd best begoing along;" and they crept out of the crowd just as he began to roarout a new song. 

An old woman, with a white cap and a shawl over her head and a basket onher arm, smiled at them as they slipped by. She jerked her thumb overher shoulder at the Ballad Singer. "Melodious is the closed mouth, " shesaid. 

"Indeed, ma'am, I've often heard my Mother say so, " Eileen answeredpolitely. She curtsied to the old woman. 

The old woman looked pleased. "Will you come along with me out of thesound of this--the both of you?" she said. "And I'll take you to hearthings that will keep the memory of Ireland green while there's anIrishman left in the world. "

She led them to a raised platform some distance away. Over the platformthere floated a white flag with a green harp on it. The old womanpointed to it. "Do you remember the old harp of Tara?" she said to theTwins. "'Tis nowhere else at all now but on the flag, but time was, long, long years ago, when the harp itself was played on Tara's hill. And in those days there were poets to praise Ireland, and singers tosing her songs. And here they will be telling of those days, andsinging those songs. Come and listen. 'Tis a Feis [pronounced _faysh_]they're having, and prizes given for the best tale told, or the bestsong sung. "

The old woman and the Twins made their way to the platform and sat downon a bench near the edge of it. Many other people were sitting orstanding about. An old man stood up on the platform. He told the storyof Cuchulain [pronounced _Koohoolin_]--the "Hound of Culain"--and how hefought all the greatest warriors of the world on the day he first tookarms. 

When he had finished, another man took his place and told the story ofDeirdre and Naisi, and another told the fate of the four children of Lirthat were turned into four beautiful swans by their cruel stepmother. 

And when the stories were finished a prize was given for the best one, and the Twins were glad that it was for the story of Deirdre, for thattale was like an old friend to them. 

After that there was music, and the dances of old Ireland--the reel andthe lilt. And when last of all came the Irish jig, the old woman puther basket down on the ground. 

"Sure, the music is like the springtime in my bones, " she said to theTwins. "Be-dad, I'd the foot of the world on me when I was a girl and Ican still shake one with the best of them, if I do say it myself. "

She put her hands on her hips and began to dance! The music got intoeverybody else's bones, too, and soon everybody around the platform, andon it, too, --old and young, large and small, --was dancing gayly to thesound of it. 

The Twins danced with the rest, and they were having such a good timethat they might have forgotten to go home at all if all of a sudden, Larry hadn't shaken Eileen's arm and said, "Look there!"

"Where?" Eileen said. "There!" said Larry. "The rough man with thebrown horse. "

The moment Eileen saw the man with the brown horse she took Larry's handand they both ran as fast as they could back to their Father. 

"We saw the Tinker!" they cried the moment they saw Mr McQueen. 

"Then we'd as well be starting home, " said Mr McQueen. "I'd rather notbe meeting the gentleman on the road after dark. " He got Colleen andput her into the cart once more. Then he and the Twins had something toeat. They bought a ginger cake shaped like a rabbit, and another like aman from one of the hawkers, and they bought some sugar-sticks, too, andthese, with what they had brought from home, made their supper. 

Then Mr McQueen brought out his notched stick. "We've sold the pig, "he said, with his finger on the first notch, "and the butter and eggswas the second notch. " Then he went over all the other notches. "Andbesides all else I've bought Herself a shawl, " he said to the Twins. 

The Twins wanted to get home because the Secret was getting so biginside of them, they knew they couldn't possibly hold it in much longer, and they didn't want to let it out until they were at home and couldtell their Father and Mother both at the same time. So they saidgood-bye to Diddy, and Eileen took off the ribbons and kept them toremember her by. Then they hurried away. 

It was after dark when at last they drove into the yard. Mrs McQueencame running to the door to greet them and hear all about the Fair. 

Eileen and Larry told her about the prize, and about Lady Kathleenbuying the pig, and about seeing the Tinker, while their Father wasputting up Colleen. 

Then when he came in with all his bundles, and took the three goldensovereigns out of his pocket, to show to the Mother, the Twins couldn'tkeep still another minute. "It's for you! To pay the rent!" theycried. 

The Father and Mother looked at each other. "Now, what are they atall, " said Mrs McQueen, "but the best children in the width of theworld? Wasn't I after telling you that we'd make it out somehow? Andto think of her being a thoroughbred like that, and we never knowing itat all. " She meant the pig!

But Mr McQueen never said a word. He just gave Larry and Eileen agreat hug. Then Mr McQueen went over all the errands with his wife, and last of all he brought out the shawl. "There, old woman, " he said, "is a fairing for you!"

"The Saints be praised for this day!" cried Mrs McQueen. "The rentpaid, and me with a fine new shawl the equal of any in the parish. "

It was a happy family that went to bed in the little farmhouse thatnight. Only Mrs McQueen didn't sleep well. She got up a number oftimes in the night to be sure there were no Tinkers prowling about. "For one can't be too careful with so much money in the house, " she saidto herself. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. 

SUNDAY. 

The next Sunday all the McQueen family went to Mass and Mrs McQueenwore her new shawl. The chapel was quite a distance away, and as theywalked and all the neighbours walked, too, they had a pleasant timetalking together along the way. 

Dennis and the Twins walked together, and Larry and Eileen told Dennisall about the Fair, and about selling the pig to the Lady Kathleen, and"Begorra, " said Dennis, "but that little pig was after bringing you allthe luck in the world, wasn't she?" All the other boys and girls wantedto hear about it. Most of them had never been to a Fair. So Eileen andLarry talked all the way to church, and that was two miles and a half oftalk, the shortest way you could go. 

Just as they neared the church, what should they see but Grannie Malone, coming in grandeur, riding on a jaunting-car! Beside her was a big manwith a tall hat on his head. 

"'Tis her son Michael, back from the States!" cried the Twins. "He saidin a letter he was coming. "

They ran as fast as they could to reach the church door in time to seethem go in. Everybody else stopped, too, they were so surprised, andeverybody said to everybody else, "Well, for dear's sake, if that's notMichael Malone come back to see his old Mother!"

And then they whispered among themselves, "Look at the grand clothes onhim, and the scarf pin the bigness of a ha'penny piece, and the hat!Sure, America must be the rich place entirely. "

And when Michael got out of the cart and helped out his old Mother, there were many hands held out for him to shake, and many old neighboursfor him to greet. 

"This is a proud day for you, Grannie Malone, " said Mrs McQueen. 

"It is, " said Grannie, "and a sad day, too, for he's after taking meback to America, and 'tis likely I'll never set my two eyes on oldIreland again, when once the width of the sea comes between us. "

She wiped her eyes as she spoke. Then the bell rang to call the peopleinto the chapel. It was little the congregation heard of the servicethat day, for however much they tried they couldn't help looking at theback of Michael's head and at Grannie's bonnet. 

And afterward, when all the people were outside the church door, GrannieMalone said to different old friends of Michael, "Come along to my housethis afternoon, and listen to Himself telling about the States!"

That afternoon when the McQueens had finished their noon meal, the wholefamily walked up the road to Grannie's house. There were a good manypeople there before them. Grannie's little house was full to the door. Michael stood by the fireplace, and as the McQueens came in he wassaying, "It's the truth I'm telling you! There are over forty States inthe Union, and many of them bigger than the whole of Ireland itself!There are places in it where you could travel as far as from Dublin toBelfast without ever seeing a town at all; just fields without stones ortrees lying there begging for the plough, and sorrow a person to give itthem!"

"Will you listen to that now?" said Grannie. 

"And more than that, if you'll believe me, " Michael went on, "there dobe places in America where they _give away_ land, let alone buying it!Just by going and living on it for a time and doing a little work on it, you can get one hundred and sixty acres of land, for your own, mindyou!"

"The Saints preserve us, but that might be like Heaven itself, if I maymake bold to say so, " said Mrs Maguire. 

"You may well say that, Mrs Maguire, " Michael answered, "for there, when a man has bent his back, and put in sweat and labour to enrich theland, it is not for some one else he does it, but for himself and hischildren. Of course, the land that is given away is far from bigcities, and it's queer and lonely sometimes on the distant farms, forthey do not live in villages, as we do, but each farmhouse is by itselfon its own land, and no neighbours handy. So for myself, I stayed inthe big city. "

"You seem to have prospered, Michael, " said Mr McQueen. 

"I have so, " Michael answered. "There are jobs in plenty for thewilling hands. Sure, no Irishman would give up at all when there'salways something new to try. And there's always somebody from the oldsod there to help you if the luck turns on you. Do you remember PatrickDoran, now? He lived forninst the blacksmith shop years ago. Well, Patrick is a great man. He's a man of fortune, and a good friend tomyself. One year when times were hard, and work not so plenty, I lostmy job, and didn't Patrick help me to another the very next week? Notlong after that Patrick ran for Alderman, and myself and many anotherlike me, worked hard for to get him elected, and since then I've been inpolitics myself. First Patrick got me a job on the police force, andthen I was Captain, and since then, by one change and another, if I dosay it, I'm an Alderman myself!"

"It's wonderful, sure, " Mr Maguire said, when Michael had finished, "but I'm not wishful for to change. Sure, old Ireland is good enoughfor me, and I'd not be missing the larks singing in the spring in thegreen fields of Erin, and the smell of the peat on the hearth in winter. It's queer and lonesome I'd be without these things, and that's thetruth. "

He threw his head back and began to sing. Everybody joined in and sang, too. This is the song they sang:--

 "Old Ireland you're my jewel sure, My heart's delight and glory, Till Time shall pass his empty glass Your name shall live in story. 

 "And this shall be the song for me, The first my heart was learning, When first my tongue its accents flung, Old Ireland, you're my darling!

 "From Dublin Bay to Cork's Sweet Cove, Old Ireland, you're my darling My darling, my darling, From Dublin Bay to Cork's Sweet Cove; Old Ireland, you're my darling. "

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. 

MR MCQUEEN MAKES UP HIS MIND. 

Michael sang with the others. And when the song was ended, he said, "'Tis a true word, Mr Maguire, that there's no place like old Ireland;and you'll not find an Irishman anywhere in America that wouldn't putthe man down that said a word against her. But what with the landlordstaking every shilling you can scrape together and charging you higherrent whenever you make a bit of an improvement on your farm, there's nochance at all to get on in the world. And with the children, God blessthem, coming along by sixes and dozens, and little for them to do athome, and no place to put them when they grow up, sure, it's well to gowhere they've a better chance. 

"Look at the schools now! If you could see the school that my Patrickgoes to, you'd never rest at all until your children had the same!Sure, the schoolhouses are like palaces over there, and as for learning, the children pick it up as a hen does corn!"

"And are there no faults with America, whatever?" Mr McQueen said toMichael. 

"There do be faults with her, " Michael answered, "and I'll never be theman to say otherwise. There's plenty of things to be said about Americathat would leave you thinking 'tis a long way this side of Heaven. Butwhatever it is that's wrong, 'tis the people themselves that make it so, and by the same token it is themselves that can cure the trouble whenthey're so minded. It's not like having your troubles put down on youby the people that's above you, and that you can't reach at all for tobe correcting them! All I say is there's a better chance over there foryourself and the children. "

The Twins and Dennis and the other young people were getting tired ofsitting still by this time, and when Michael stopped talking aboutAmerica they jumped up. The children ran outdoors and played tag aroundGrannie's house, and the older people stayed inside. 

By and by Grannie came to the door and called them. "Come in, every oneof you, " she cried, "and have a fine bit of cake with currants in it!Sure, Michael brought the currants and all the things for to make ityesterday, thinking maybe there'd be neighbours in. And maybe 'tis thelast bit of cake I'll be making for you at all, for 'tis but two weeksnow until we start across the water. " She wiped her eyes on her apron. 

Mr McQueen was very quiet as he walked home with Mrs McQueen and theTwins. And that evening, after the children were in bed, he sat for along time silent, with his pipe in his mouth. His pipe went out and hedid not notice it. By and by he said to Mrs McQueen, "I've made up mymind--"

"The Lord save us! To what?" said Mrs McQueen. 

"To go to America, " said Mr McQueen. 

Mrs McQueen hid her face in her hands and rocked back and forth andcried. "To be leaving the place I was born, and where my father andmother were born before me, and all the neighbours, and this old housethat's been home since ever I married you--'twill break the heart in mybody, " she said. 

"I like that part of it no better than yourself, " said Mr McQueen, "butwhen I think of the years to come, and Larry and Eileen growing up towork as hard as we have worked without getting much at all, and think ofthe better chance altogether they'll have over there, sure, I can't bethinking of the pain, but only of the hope there is in it for them. "

"I've seen this coming ever since the children told us about GrannieMalone's letter, " said Mrs McQueen. "'Tis Michael has put this in yourhead. "

"'Tis not Michael alone, " said Mr McQueen; "'tis also other things. To-morrow I pay Conroy the rent money. And it will take all that thepig brought and all I've been able to rake and scrape myself, andnothing left over at all. And there's but ourselves and the Twins, andthe year has not been a bad one. We have had the pig, which we wouldn'tbe having another year. And what would it be like if there were more ofus to feed, and no more pigs to be found in the bog like manna fromHeaven, to be helping us out?"

"Sure, if it's for the children, " sobbed Mrs McQueen, "I'd go anywherein the world, and that you know well. "

"I do know it, " said Mr McQueen. "And since we're going at all, let itbe soon. We'll go with Grannie and Michael. "

"In two weeks' time?" cried Mrs McQueen. 

"We will so, " said Mr McQueen. "I've no debts behind me, and we cansell the cows and hens, and take with us whatever we need from thehouse. Michael Malone will lend me the money and find me a job when weget there. The likes of this chance will never befall us again, andfaith, we'll take it. "

"Did he tell you so?" asked Mrs McQueen. 

"He did, indeed. "

"Well, then, I've no other word to say, and if it must be done, thesooner the better, " said Mrs McQueen. 

That night she lay awake a long time. She was planning just what theyshould take with them to their new home, and trying to think what thenew home would be like. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. 

MR MCQUEEN PAYS THE RENT. 

The next morning Mr McQueen went to Mr Conroy and paid the rent. Thenhe said, "This is the last rent I'll be paying you, Mr Conroy!"

Mr Conroy was surprised. "What do you mean by that?" he said. 

"I mean that I'm going to leave old Ireland, " said Mr McQueen. 

"Well, now!" cried Mr Conroy. "To think of a sensible man likeyourself leaving a good farm to go off, dear knows where! And you notknowing what you'll do when you get there as like as any way! I thoughtyou had better sense, McQueen. "

"It's because of my better sense that I'm going, " said Mr McQueen. "Faith, do you think I'd be showing the judgment of an old goat to staywhere every penny I can get out of the land I have to pay back in rent?I'm going to America where there'll be a chance for myself. "

"I thought Michael Malone would be sowing the seeds of discontent inthis parish, with his silk hats and his grand talk, " said Mr Conroyangrily, "but I didn't think you were the fish to be caught with finewords!"

"If the seeds of discontent have been sown in this parish, TerenceConroy, " said Mr McQueen, "'tis you and the likes of you that haveploughed and harrowed the ground ready for them! Do you think we'rewishful to be leaving our old homes and all our friends? But 'tis youthat makes it too hard entirely for people to stay. And I can tell youthat if you keep on with others as you have with me, raising the rentwhen any work is done to improve the farm, you'll be left in time withno tenants at all. And then where will you be yourself, TerenceConroy?"

Mr Conroy's face was red with anger, but he said, "While I'm notneeding you to teach me my duty, I will say this, McQueen. You're agood farmer, and I hate to see you do a foolish thing for yourself. Ifyou'll stay on the farm, I'll not raise the rent on you. "

"You're too late, altogether, " said Mr McQueen; "and as you saidyourself I'm not the fish to be caught with fine words. I know betterthan to believe you. I'll be sailing from Queenstown in two weeks'time. "

And with that he stalked out of the room and slammed the door, leavingMr Conroy in a very bad state of mind. 

All that Larry and Eileen could remember of the next two weeks was aqueer jumble of tears and good-byes, of good wishes and blessings, andstrange, strange feelings they had never had before. Their Mother wentabout with a white face and red eyes, and their Father was very silentas he packed the few household belongings they were to take with them totheir new home. 

At last the great day came. The McQueens got up very early thatmorning, ate their potatoes and drank their tea from a few cracked andbroken dishes which were to be left behind. Then, when they had tidiedup the hearth and put on their wraps ready to go, Mrs McQueen broughtsome water to quench the fire on the hearth. She might almost havequenched it with her tears. And as she poured the water upon the ashesshe crooned this little song [see Note 1] sadly to herself:--

 "Vein of my heart, from the lone mountain The smoke of the turf will die. And the stream that sang to the young children Run down alone from the sky-- On the doorstone, grass--and the Cloud lying Where they lie In the old country. "

Mr McQueen and the Twins stood still with their bundles in their handsuntil she had finished and risen from her knees, then they went quietlyout the door, all four together, and closed it after them. 

Mrs McQueen stooped to gather a little bunch of shamrock leaves whichgrew by the doorstone, and then the McQueen family was quite, quiteready for the long journey. 

Mr Maguire had bought Colleen and the cows, and he was to have the fewhens that were left for taking the McQueen family to the train. 

Larry and Eileen saw him coming up the road, "Here comes Mr Maguirewith the cart!" they cried, "and Dennis is driving the jaunting-car withMichael and Grannie on it. "

They soon reached the little group by the roadside, and then the luggagewas loaded into the cart. Mrs McQueen got up with Grannie on one sideof the jaunting-car and Eileen sat between them. Michael and MrMcQueen were on the other side with Larry. The small bags and bundleswere put in the well of the jaunting-car. 

"Get up!" cried Dennis, and off they started. Mrs McQueen looked backat the old house, and cried into her new shawl. Grannie was crying, too. But Michael said, "Wait until you see your new home, and sure, you'll be crying to think you weren't in it before!" And that cheeredthem up again, and soon a turn in the road hid the old house from theirsight forever. 

The luggage was heavy, and Colleen was slow. So it took several hoursto reach the railroad. It took longer, too, because all the people inthe village ran out of their houses to say good-bye. When they passedthe schoolhouse, the Master gave the children leave to say good-bye tothe Twins. He even came out to the road himself and shook hands witheverybody. 

But for all that, when the train came rattling into the station, therethey all were on the platform in a row ready to get on board. When itstopped, the guard jumped down and opened the door of a compartment. Heput Grannie in first, then Mrs McQueen and the Twins. They weredreadfully afraid the train would start before Mr McQueen and Michaeland all the luggage were on board. 

It was the first time Grannie had ever seen a train, or the Twinseither. But at last they were all in, and the guard locked the door. Larry and Eileen looked out of the window and waved their hands to MrMaguire and Dennis. The engine whistled, the wheels began to turn, andabove the noise the Twins heard Dennis call out to them, "Sure, I'll becoming along to America myself some day. "

"We'll be watching for you, " Eileen called back. 

Then they passed the station, and were soon racing along over the openfields at what seemed to poor Grannie a fearful rate of speed. 

"Murder! murder!" she screamed. "Is it for this I left my cabin? To bebroken in bits on the track like a piece of old crockery! Wirra, wirra, why did I ever let myself be persuaded at all? Ochanee, but it isHimself has the soothering tongue in his mouth to coax his old Motheraway for to destroy her entirely!"

Michael laughed and patted her arm, and "Whist now, " he said, "sure, I'dnever bring you where harm would come to you, and that you know well. Look out of the window, for 'tis the last you'll be seeing of oldIreland. "

Grannie dried her eyes, but still she clung to Michael's arm, and whenthe train went around a curve she crossed herself and told her beads asfast as she could. 

The Twins were not frightened. They were busy seeing things. Andbesides, Larry had Grannie's piece of coal in his pocket. From thewindow they caught glimpses of distant blue hills, and of lakes stillmore blue. They passed by many a brown bog, and many a green field withfarmers and farmers' wives working in them. The hillsides were bluewith blossoming flax, and once they passed a field all spread with whitelinen bleaching in the sun. 

They flew by little towns with queer names, like Ballygrady andBallylough, and once when they were quite near Cork they saw the towersof Blarney Castle. 

At last the train rattled into a great station. There was so much noisefrom puffing engines and rumbling trucks and shouting men, that theTwins could only take hold of their Mother's hands and keep close behindtheir Father as he followed Michael, with Grannie clinging to him, toanother train. Then there were more flying fields, and a city and morefields still, until they reached Queenstown. 

The next thing they knew they were walking across a gangplank and on toa boat. The Twins had never seen anything larger than a rowboat before, and this one looked very big to them, though it was only a lighter. This lighter was to carry luggage and passengers from the dock to thegreat steamer lying outside the harbour in the deep water of the mainchannel. 

When they were all safely on board the lighter, and Michael had countedtheir bundles to be sure they had not lost anything, the Twins and theirFather and Mother, with Michael and Grannie, stood by the deck rail andlooked back at the dock. It was crowded with people running to and fro. There were groups of other emigrants like themselves, surrounded bygreat piles of luggage--waiting for the next lighter, for one boat wouldnot carry all who wanted to go. 

There were many good-byes being said and many tears falling, and in themidst of all the noise and confusion the sailors were loading tons ofbarrels and bags and boxes and trunks on board the ship. 

There was no friend to see them off, but when they saw people crying allabout them, the Twins cried a little, too, for sympathy, and even MrMcQueen's eyes were red along the rims. 

At last the gangplanks were drawn in, and the cables thrown off. Thescrews began to churn the green water into white foam, and the boatmoved slowly out of the harbour. 

The Twins and their Father and Mother, with Grannie and Michael, stoodby the rail for a long time, and watched the crowd on the pier until itgrew smaller and smaller, and at last disappeared entirely from sightaround a bend in the Channel. 

They stood there until the lighter reached the great ship that waswaiting to take them across the water to a new world. 

And when at last they were safely on board, and the lighters had goneback empty into the harbour, they stood on the wide deck of the ship, with their faces turned toward Ireland, until all they could see of itin the gathering dusk was a strip of dark blue against the eastern sky, with little lights in cottage windows twinkling from it like tiny stars. 

Then they turned their faces toward the bright western sky. 

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Note 1. Copyright of this poem by Herbert Trench, held by John Lane. 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. 

TWENTY YEARS AFTER. 

In the middle of one of the busiest crossings in Chicago, there stands abig man in a blue uniform. His eyes are blue, and there are wrinkles inthe corners of them, the marks of many smiles. 

On his head is a blue cap, and under the edge of the cap you catch aglimpse of dark hair. There are bands of gold braid on his sleeve, andon his breast is a large silver star. 

He is King of the Crossing. When he blows his whistle, all thestreet-cars and automobiles and carriages--even if it were the carriageof the Mayor himself--stop stock-still. Then he waves his white-glovedhands and the stream of people pours across the street. 

If there is a very small boy among them, the King of the Crossingsometimes lays a big hand on his shoulder and goes with him to the curb. And he has been known to carry a small girl across on his shoulder andset her safely down on the other side. 

When the people are all across, he goes back to the middle of the streetonce more, and blows twice on his little whistle. 

Then all the wheels that have been standing as still as if they had goneto sleep suddenly wake up, and go rolling down the street, while thosethat have just been turning stop and wait while the big man helps morepeople over the crossing the other way. 

All day long the King of the Crossing stands there, blowing his whistle, waving his white-gloved hands, and turning the stream of people up firstone street, then the other. 

Everybody minds him. If everybody didn't, they might get run over andwake up in a hospital. Oh, he must be minded, the King of the Crossing, or nobody would be safe!

When the long day is over, he looks up the street and sees another bigman coming. This man wears a blue uniform, too, and a silver star, andwhen the hands on the big clock at the corner point to five, he stepsinto the place of the King of the Crossing and reigns in his stead. 

Then the King jumps on to the platform of a passing street-car, and byand by, when it has gone several miles, he jumps off again, and walks upthe street to a little house that's as neat as neat can be. 

It stands back from the street in a little green yard. The house ispainted white, and the front door is green. But he doesn't go to thefront door. He goes round by the sidewalk to the kitchen door, andthere he doesn't even knock. 

He opens the door and walks right in. Through the open door comes thesmell of something good cooking, and he sees a plump woman with blueeyes that have smile wrinkles in the corners, just like his own, andcrinkly dark hair, just like his own, too, bending over the stove. Sheis just tasting the something that smells so good, with a spoon. 

When she sees the big man in the door she tastes so quickly that sheburns her tongue! But she can use it just the same even if it isburned. 

She runs to the big man and says, "And is that yourself, now, Larrydarling? Sure, I'm that glad to see you, I've scalded myself with thesoup!"

The big man has just time to say, "Sure, Eileen, you were always a greatone for burning yourself. Do you remember that day at GrannieMalone's"--when out into the kitchen tumble a little Larry and a littleEileen, and a Baby. They have heard his voice, and they fall upon theKing of the Crossing as if he weren't a King at all--but just a plainordinary Uncle. 

They take off his cap and rumple his hair. They get into his pocketsand find some peppermints there. And the Baby even tries to get thesilver star off his breast to put into her mouth. 

"Look at that now, " cries Uncle Larry. "Get along with you! Is ittrying to take me off the Force, you are? Sure, that star was neverintended by the City for you to cut your teeth on. "

"She'll poison herself with the things she's always after putting in hermouth, " cries the Mother. She seizes the Baby and sets her in a safecorner by herself, gives her a spoon and says, "There now--you can becutting your teeth on that. "

And when the children have quite worn Uncle Larry out, he sits upon thefloor, where they have him by this time, and runs his fingers throughhis hair, which is standing straight up, and says to the Mother, "Sure, Eileen, when you and I were children on the old sod, we were never suchspalpeens as the likes of these! They have me destroyed entirely, andme the biggest policeman on the Force! Is it American they are, orIrish, I want to know?"

"It's Irish-American we are, " shouts little Larry. 

"And with the heft of both countries in your fists, " groans big Larry. 

And then the Mother, who has been laying the table, meanwhile, interferes. "Come off of your poor Uncle, " she says, "and be eatingyour soup, like gentlemen and ladies. It's getting cold on you waitingfor you to finish your antics. Your poor Uncle Larry won't come nearyou at all, and you all the time punishing him like that. "

And then the Baby, still sucking her spoon, is lifted into her highchair. A chair is placed for Uncle Larry, and they all eat their souparound the kitchen table, just as the very last rays of the summer sunmake long streaks of light across the kitchen floor. 

"Where's Dennis?" says Uncle Larry, while the children are quiet for amoment. 

"Oh, it's Himself is so late that I feed the children and put them tobed before he gets home at all, " says the Mother. "It's little he seesof them except of a Sunday. "

"It's likely he'll live the longer for that, " says Uncle Larry. Helooks reproachfully at the children and rubs his head. 

And then--"Mother, tell us, what kind of a boy was Uncle Larry when youand he were Twins and lived in Ireland, " says little Eileen. 

"The best in the width of the world, " says her Mother promptly. "Weren't you, Larry? Speak up and tell them now. "

And Uncle Larry laughs and says, "Sure, I was too good entirely! Itwouldn't be modest to tell you the truth about myself. "

"Tell us about Mother, then, " says little Eileen. "Was she the best inthe width of the world, too?"

"Sure, I'll never be telling tales on my only twin sister, " says UncleLarry, "beyond telling you that there was many another in green oldIreland just like her, whatever kind she was. But I can't stay herewearing out my tongue! Look out the window! The chickens have gone toroost, and the sun is down. So get along with you to your beds. "

When he had gone, and the children were in bed, and the house quiet, theMother sat down by the light in the kitchen with a basket of mendingbeside her. 

And while she darned and mended and waited for Himself to come home, sheremembered and remembered about when she was little Eileen, herself, andthe King of the Crossing was just her twin brother Larry. 

And this book is what she remembered. 

THE END. 

APPENDIX. 

SUGGESTIONS TO TEACHERS. 

Like the author's earlier books--"The Dutch Twins" and "The JapaneseTwins"--this reader aims to foster a kindly feeling and a deservedrespect for a country whose children have come to form a numerousportion of our own population. 

To arouse the children's interest and thus to make the reading of thisstory most valuable as a school exercise, it is suggested that at theoutset the children be allowed to look at the pictures in the book inorder to get acquainted with "Larry" and "Eileen" and with the scenesillustrating their home life and surroundings. 

During the reading, point out Ireland on a map of the world or on aglobe, and tell the children something about the unique character of thecountry, thus connecting this supplementary reading material with thework in geography. 

The text is so simply written that any fourth or fifth grade child canread it without much preparation. In the fourth grade it may be well tohave the children read it first in a study period in order to work outthe pronunciation of the more difficult words. In the fifth grade thechildren can usually read it at sight, without the preparatory study. Give little attention to the expressions in dialect. Let the childrenread them naturally and they will enhance the dramatic effect of thestory. The possibilities in the story for dramatisation and forlanguage and constructive work will be immediately apparent. 

In connection with the reading of the book, teachers should read or tellto the children stories of Irish life and from Irish folk-lore; forexample, "The Story of the Little Rid Hin, " "The Dagda's Harp, " and "TheTailor and the Three Beasts, " in Sara Cone Bryant's _Stories to Tell toChildren_; and "Billy Beg and his Bull, " in the same author's _How toTell Stories to Children_. Material which may readily be adapted tothis use will be found in Johnston and Spencer's _Ireland's Story_. Letthe children bring to class postcards and other pictures of scenes inIreland. 

The unique illustrations in "The Irish Twins" should be much used, bothin the reading of the story and in other ways. Children will enjoysketching some of them; their simple treatment makes them especiallyuseful for this purpose. 

The book is printed on paper which will take water colour well, andwhere books are individually owned some of the sketches could be usedfor colouring in flat washes. They also afford suggestions for actionsketching by the children. 

An excellent oral language exercise would be for the children, afterthey have read the story, to take turns telling the story from theillustrations; and a good composition exercise would be for each childto select the illustration that he would like to write upon, make asketch of it, and write the story in his own words. 

These are only a few of the many ways that will occur to resourcefulteachers for making the book a valuable as well as an enjoyable exercisein reading.