"Och," cried the boy, "but I want to do something for you!"
Marjorie stroked his hand and replied softly, "It is not necessary, Shauneen. Your father did so very much for me many years ago. I am glad that I can now give his son a little happiness."
"And will you not be coming back again to the lake, good fairy?" asked John.
Marjorie's smile faded as she answered, "Shauneen, I am not a fairy. You must believe that. I shall come back to the lake to see you. But I shall come to bid you good-bye, for I am going back to America."
For a moment John was almost going to believe her. His throat felt choky. Then suddenly he shook his head and laughed aloud.
"Sure, 'tis not so at all, at all!" he laughed. "There's not a girl in all the world as beautiful as you. There's not a girl in all the world so good and kind, Faireen. Och, no! Not even the girls from the land of America! 'Tis indeed the fairy you are!"
The little boy climbed out of the car. He saw a shamrock growing by the side of the road. He ran and picked it. He gave it to Marjorie. Then he kissed her hand and ran as fast as he could.
THEN HE KISSED HER HAND
He left the girl staring after him in real amazement. So he would not believe her! He thought that she was a fairy! Ah, well, she must certainly show him in some way that what she told him was true.