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Updated: June 14, 2025
"What do you have for dinner?" "Potatoes and milk," said Seumas. "It's not bad at all," said the Leprecaun. "And what do you have for supper?" Brigid answered this time because her brother's mouth was full. "Bread and milk, sir," said she. "There's nothing better," said the Leprecaun. "And then we go to bed," continued Brigid. "Why wouldn't you?" said the Leprecaun.
She never addressed her discourse to both of them at once, but spoke first to Seumas on one subject and then to Brigid on another subject; for, as she said, the things which a boy must learn are not those which are necessary to a girl.
Let you bend down like this, Breedeen, and you bend down like that a good distance away, Seumas. Now I jump over Breedeen's back, and then I run and jump over Seumaseen's back like this, and then I run ahead again and I bend down. Now, Breedeen, you jump over your brother, and then you jump over me, and run a good bit on and bend down again.
By 1915 this neglected work had passed through four editions, and during the last six years he has presented to an admiring public five more volumes of poems, The Hill of Vision, 1912; Songs from the Clay, 1915; The Adventures of Seumas Beg, 1915; Green Branches, 1916, and Reincarnations, 1918.
One new short story writer has appeared this year whose five published stories open a new field to fiction and have a human richness of feeling and imagination rare in our oversophisticated literature. I refer to the fables of Seumas O'Brien. At first one is struck with their utter absence of form, and then one realizes that this is a conscious art that wanders truant over life and imagination.
We wear green clothes because it's the colour of the grass and the leaves, and when we sit down under a bush or lie in the grass they just walk by without noticing us." "Will you let me see your crock of gold?" said Seumas. The Leprecaun looked at him fixedly for a moment. "Do you like griddle bread and milk?" said he. "I like it well," Seumas answered.
After they tired of this they decided to bring the crock home, but by the time they reached the Gort na Cloca Mora they were so tired that they could not carry it any farther, and they decided to leave it with their friends the Leprecauns. Seumas Beg gave the taps on the tree trunk which they had learned, and in a moment the Leprecaun whom they knew came up.
And you, Brigid, have a right to be ashamed of yourself to have your hands the way they are. Come over here at once." Every child knows that every grown female person in the world has authority to wash children and to give them food; that is what grown people were made for, consequently Seumas and Brigid Beg submitted to the scouring for which Caitilin made instant preparation.
"We have brought this, sir," said Seumas. But he got no further, for the instant the Leprecaun saw the crock he threw his arms around it and wept in so loud a voice that his comrades swarmed up to see what had happened to him, and they added their laughter and tears to his, to which chorus the children subjoined their sympathetic clamour, so that a noise of great complexity rang through all the Gort.
"If we went to sleep then our mother would pinch us and say that we were a bad breed." "I think your mother is wise," said Pan. "What do you like best in the world, Seumas Beg?" The boy thought for a moment and replied: "I don't know, sir." Pan also thought for a little time. "I don't know what I like best either," said he. "What do you like best in the world, Shepherd Girl?"
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