He gave her his Irish smile. She gave him a friendly American smile.
She was a pretty, blond baby, with teeth as white as milk and eyes the brown of tree bark.
It was not long before the Irish lad was telling her the stories of his land. She sat spellbound while he talked of the fairies. He worked upon a shoe while he talked.
TELLING STORIES OF HIS LAND
He told her about the leprechaun. And she thought he might be one, from the way he looked as he worked upon that shoe.
HE WORKED UPON ONE SHOE WHILE HE TALKED
Then her nurse called, "Come, Marjorie. We must go!" Marjorie did not want to go. She stamped her little foot.
"Come, now," begged Nurse, "and to-morrow we will be coming back."