He knew that the lad could never be happy in this land. He knew that Shaun had the dreams of Ireland in his heart. Shaun belonged in Ireland.
SHAUN HAD THE DREAMS OF IRELAND
Many years passed, and Marjorie never forgot Shaun. She often looked at the young men who danced with her or who took her to the theater.
She often thought, "He is not so nice as Shaun O'Day!"
She imagined Shaun even finer than he was. She had really forgotten what he was like, and she made a prince of him in her thoughts.
"I shall never be happy until I find Shaun O'Day once more!" she said.
One day Marjorie asked her father if he would take her abroad. She wanted to visit the countries of Europe. Her father consented, and the family sailed away on a fine ship.
They were going to France and Germany and Italy and many other countries. They had not thought of going to Ireland. But Marjorie knew that they were going to Ireland!
And in Ireland, poor little John O'Day sat by the lake waiting for the fairies. He had waited there for many days. At first he sat very still with the clumsy trousers rolled up his legs and the big cap falling over his eyes.