“’Tis no Banshee whatever,” Eileen declared. “They only cry at night.”
They heard the squealing sound again.
“’Tis right over there,” cried Eileen, pointing to a black hole in the bog where turf had been cut out. “Indeed, and it might be a beautiful baby like Deirdre herself! Let’s go and see.”
They crept up to the bog-hole, and peeped over the edge. The hole was quite deep and down in the bottom of it was a little pig! Dennis rolled over on the ground beside the bog-hole and screamed with laughter.
“Sure, ’tis the beautiful child entirely!” he said.
“’Tis the little pig the Tinkers had!” cried Eileen.
“It broke the rope and ran away with itself,” shouted Larry.
“However will we get it out?” said Eileen. “The hole is too deep entirely!”
“The poor little thing is nearly destroyed with hunger,” Larry said. “I’ll go down in the hole and lift her out.”