"Not only in Ireland," said Fergus, "but everywhere in woods and mountains. Do you see that dark place in the rocks halfway up the mountain?"
Hortense looked as directed and thought she saw the place.
"That's the mouth of a cave that goes into the mountain, nobody knows how far," said Fergus. "It is certain that the Little People must live in there."
His eyes twinkled, but his face was quite serious.
"Really?" Hortense asked.
"I've not seen them," said Fergus, "but my eyes are older than yours. I do not doubt that you will see them dancing on moonlight nights."
Meanwhile, Mary had been unpacking the trunk and laying Hortense's things away in the drawers of a great bureau.
"Now we will go down and have tea," said Mary. "Let me brush your hair a bit."
After this was done, they went downstairs again, passed the big clock that winked and said, "Tick-tock, hello," and entered a sunny room where Grandmother sat in her easy chair.
