"Well, if you don't look at me you won't see anything."
"You're full of fun," said her father sternly.
He shrugged his shoulders and turned to Finaun:
"He did this once before on us and we going up a tall hill in Connaught, and although I hammered the skin off his back he wouldn't move a step; he's a great ass, mind you, mister, and maybe we ought to have looked for a gentler way up this hill."
Finaun was feeding tufts of grass to the donkey, and the donkey was eating these with appetite.
"There is no need to come further," said Finaun. "We are almost in sight of the place and can make our adieus here."
"Oh! we'll leave the beast," cried Mac Cann, "and we'll all go up to see the last of you."
"It is better that we should part here," said Finaun gently. "We do not wish to be seen at the last."
"You can have it your own way," said Patsy sulkily.
Finaun stood towering over Mac Cann; he placed his hands on Patsy's shoulders and solemnly blessed him in round language, then he kissed him tenderly on either cheek.