Hortense and Andy sat silent a moment as Fergus looked at them with his merry blue eyes.
"I wish there were still Little People," said Hortense with a sigh.
"Perhaps there are," said Fergus. "Who knows?"
"Have you ever seen them?" Andy demanded.
"Not of late," Fergus admitted, "but when I was a young lad in Ireland I saw them many a time."
"But not here?" said Hortense.
"It's because I'm old, not because they're not about," said Fergus. "To young eyes there should be Little People up the mountain yonder on a fine moonlight night."
Andy and Hortense looked at each other as though to say, "We'll find out, won't we?" which was indeed what both of them were thinking.
