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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Then you had better have some," and the Leprecaun took a piece of griddle bread from the shelf and filled two saucers with milk. While the children were eating the Leprecauns asked them many questions "What time do you get up in the morning?" "Seven o'clock," replied Seumas. "And what do you have for breakfast?" "Stirabout and milk," he replied. "It's good food," said the Leprecaun.
As the Leprecaun walked away they stood watching him. "Do you remember," said Seumas, "the way he hopped and waggled his leg the last time he was here?" "I do so," replied Brigid. "Well, he isn't hopping or doing anything at all this time," said Seumas. "He's not in good humour to-night," said Brigid, "but I like him." "So do I," said Seumas.
The laugh which echoes one of Seumas McManus's rigmaroles is not the chuckle which follows one of Joel Chandler Harris's anecdotes; the gentle sadness of an Andersen allegory is not the heart-searching tragedy of a tale from the Greek; nor is any one story of an author just like any other of the same making. Each has its personal likeness, its facial expression, as it were.
"It's what my mother calls me, sir," returned the boy. "What does your father call you," was the next question. "Seumas Roghan Maelduin O'Carbhail Mac an Droid." "It's a big name," said the Leprecaun, and he turned to the little girl. "What is your name, a cailin vig O?" "Brigid Beg, sir." "And what does your father call you?" "He never calls me at all, sir."
All people who have been rich for a long time, or who are rich from birth, live a great deal outside of their houses, and so they are always hungry and healthy." "Poor people have no time to be wise," said Caitilin. "They have time to be hungry," said Pan. "I ask no more of them." "My father is very wise," said Seumas Beg. "How do you know that, little boy?" said Pan.
"If Seumas Grahame himself were stretched out yonder instead of a Glenart cearnoch of no great importance to any one, Alasdair MacDonald would be scarcely zealous fool enough to spoil his battle order to prosecute a private feud. Look at that," he proceeded, turning round on a little knowe he ran lightly up on and I after him "Look at that! the battle's begun."
"What have you come here for, little children?" said he. The children questioned one another with their eyes to see which of them would reply, and then Seumas Beg answered: "My father sent me to see you, sir, and to say that you were not doing a good thing in keeping Caitilin Ni Murrachu away from her own place."
So the two children went over to Pan and sat down one each side of him, and he put his arms about them. "Daughter of Murrachu," said he, "is there no food in the house for guests?" "There is a cake of bread, a little goat's milk and some cheese," she replied, and she set about getting these things. "I never ate cheese," said Seumas. "Is it good?" "Surely it is," replied Pan.
But while the Philosopher was embracing Seumas and Brigid Beg, the door was suddenly burst open with a great noise, four policemen entered the little room, and after one dumbfoundered minute they retreated again bearing the Philosopher with them to answer a charge of murder. SOME distance down the road the policemen halted.
"Ban na Droid of Inis Magrath, and well you know it," was her reply. "I am coming up, Noble Woman," said the voice, and in another moment the Leprecaun leaped out of the hole. "Where are Seumas and Brigid Beg?" said the Thin Woman sternly. "How would I know where they are?" replied the Leprecaun. "Wouldn't they be at home now?"
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