Wee folk, good folk
Trooping altogether;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!”
she quoted.
“I like that,” Said David, “what is it? Is there any more?”
Patrick had once said nearly these very words.
“It’s called,” said Elizabeth below her breath, “‘The Fairies,’ and it is by William Allingham. Of course he ought never to have called it that. The Little People hate that name. It’s a marvel, understanding as much as he did, that he didn’t know. And there are five more verses.”
“Tell me,” said David.
“Oh!” laughed Elizabeth. But she went on.