"Let's hear that song, my little Roselyk."
"It runs this way, grandfather:
"Mary is very sad; she has lost her little Laoik; the Korrigan snatched him away.
"As I went to the spring for water I left my Laoik in his cradle; when I came back to the house, my little one was gone far away.
"And in its place the Korrigan left me this monster—with a face as red as a toad's; he scratches and bites.
"And all day he wants to be nursed, and yet he is seven years old—and yet he wants to be nursed.
"Mary is very sad; she has lost her little Laoik; the Korrigan snatched him away!
"That is the song, grandfather. And will brother still want to meet the wicked things, these Korrigan fairies who snatch away babes?"
"What have you now to say in defense of your fairies, my pet?"
"Grandfather, my sweet sister Roselyk has been imposed upon by evil tongues. All mothers with ugly urchins for children declare that the Korrigans substituted a little monster for their darling."