So the day arrived. It was a shiny spring day. It was a pretty sight to see the little boys and girls running about and playing together in the green garden.
Marjorie cried out, "Come now! Shaun will show you how to play his game."
And the tall lad stood among the little children. He tried to make them understand what fun it was to play an old Irish game.
It was a game that Shaun had played and that Shaun's father had played and perhaps Shaun's father's father.
But these young Americans did not like it. They said so. They turned their backs and refused to play it.
So Marjorie said, "Then Shaun will tell us a story."
The children gathered around Shaun and he began: "Once upon a time in old Ireland—"
"Will there be any wars in the story?" asked one of the children—a boy, of course.