When Nurse called to her that the bath was ready, Marjorie was nowhere to be found. She had run away from her home.
Marjorie ran to the shop of Pat O'Leary, straight to Shaun O'Day.
Shaun was surprised and shocked to see the little girl alone and at such a late hour. He was just starting off for his school.
Marjorie wanted the lad to tell her tales. But he shook his head.
"Sure, 'tis the wicked child you are, Miss Marjorie," he said. "And 'tis myself will carry you back to your home."
So saying, he picked her up under his arm and took her to her home. Imagine how surprised her parents were when they saw this sight at their door.
There was Shaun, the red-haired Irish lad, standing with their wee daughter tucked under his big arm. She was kicking and squealing like a little pig.
KICKING AND SQUEALING LIKE A LITTLE PIG
"Begging your pardon, sir," said Shaun to Marjorie's father, "I've brought you the young lady of the house!"