“You will have to ask themselves that.”
Pan looked at them smilingly.
“What have you come here for, little children?” said he.
The children questioned one another with their eyes to see which of them would reply, and then Seumas Beg answered:
“My father sent me to see you, sir, and to say that you were not doing a good thing in keeping Caitilin Ni Murrachu away from her own place.”
Brigid Beg turned to Caitilin—
“Your father came to see our father, and he said that he didn’t know what had become of you at all, and that maybe you were lying flat in a ditch with the black crows picking at your flesh.”
“And what,” said Pan, “did your father say to that?”
“He told us to come and ask her to go home.”
“Do you love your father, little child?” said Pan.