Chapter Eight.
“Diddy.”
Larry and Eileen took hold of hands, and began running as fast as they could. They jumped from one tuft of grass to another. Dennis came splashing through the puddles after them. He had almost caught them, when all of a sudden, Larry stopped and listened.
“What’s that now?” he said. Eileen and Dennis listened too. They heard a faint squealing sound.
They looked all around. There was nothing in sight but the brown bog, and the stones, and the blue hills far beyond. They were a little bit scared.
“Do you suppose it might be a Leprechaun?” Eileen whispered.
“’Tis a tapping noise they make; not a crying noise at all,” Larry answered.
“Maybe it’s a Banshee,” Dennis said. “They do be crying about sometimes before somebody is going to die.”