Marjorie found the Irish peasants friendly and kind. Several times they stopped for the night in farmhouses.
The people told Marjorie many wonderful tales as she sat before their firesides. They were very much surprised to find the girl traveling about alone with a young child.
But she only laughed in her easy way, as the old women said, "God be praised, but American girls do be knowing no fear!"
Marjorie always made John go to bed right after dinner. The little boy was tired from his long day's travels. He was tired, too, with seeing and hearing so many new things. So he did not hear the people talking at night. He still believed his girl fairy was one of the Good People.
One day they were stopping in a small village. Marjorie left John alone with the car and went into a shop to buy some cakes.
A group of little boys came over to the car. Their eyes were very curious, indeed.
They began to talk to John. When they heard his accent they knew at once that he was Irish.
One boy said, "'Tis surely a rich American lady driving the automobile?"
John looked at him in a pitying manner. "And don't you know a fairy when you see one?" he asked.