But this one was a monster. There was a pilot ready to start the plane and carry them off. They stepped inside the monster. John sat beside Marjorie, and she held his hand. He edged up close to her.
The plane's motor started. They began to rise from the ground. Oh, it was like being a bird, John thought. It was even like being a fairy.
He stole a glance at the girl fairy. She was beaming at him.
"Do you like this, Shauneen?" she asked.
"Faith, 'tis surely a great wonder! And you the good angel!" breathed the boy.
Marjorie remembered Shaun had said those same words to her. She felt happier than she had felt ever before in her life.
It was a trip that John O'Day never would forget. John would remember that trip to his ninetieth birthday.
They flew in the plane to the city of Dublin. They stopped at a fine hotel, and the girl fairy gave John a handsome little traveling bag with everything in it that he needed.
There were soft, fine pajamas. There was a new suit of clothes. There was a cap to match his coat, with fine socks and shoes.