"It is a good song, and never have I danced so well," exclaimed he.
"And never," said Shamus, "have I seen such wonderful dancing."
"Thank you for that," rejoined the hare. "It is not often that I get an audience which can appreciate me, and you know yourself that a bit of praise helps wonderfully to make one do his best."
"'Tis so," said Shamus. "A word of praise is meat and drink to one who sings—or dances," he added remembering the hare.
Shamus told the hare of the King of the Little People and the good things at his court.
"Belike he'd have a bit of a carrot or a patch of good clover," said the hare wistfully.
"That he would," Shamus returned heartily. "Come with me and I'll show you."
"I'll do it," said the hare, and off they went to the King of the Little People.
"You have done all that I asked," said the King, "and do you still wish to return to the world?"
"It is my fate to do so," said Shamus.