"Troth, do not fret, mavourneen," he said. "Sure, you know well I'll be writing to you, and never will I forget you, my Dawn O'Day."
The little girl knew that it was useless to say more. The boy stood up, and she stood, too. They looked into each other's blue eyes.
"DO NOT FRET, MAVOURNEEN"
And then Eileen ran as fast as she could. She ran away from her little friend and sobbed as she ran. She thought she should never again see her Shauneen.
The boy quickly changed his clothing. He tied a large rock to the red petticoat and threw it into the lake. He stood there in the garments of a boy.
HE TIED A ROCK TO THE PETTICOAT
He held out his arms and cried, "Come, leprechauns! Sure, I'm ready to go with you!"