Maybe it was that. They like to give happiness to people. But they do not want people knowing that it is they giving the happiness.
They do not ask thanks. They do not look for praise. The Good People are modest.
But soon John would know about his lovely friend. She would soon appear and look for him. If she passed him by, his heart would beat with joy. He would know then.
And he would call out to her, "It is I! It is your Shauneen! Do you not know me?"
Then she would stop and he would laugh at her and jolly her.
He would say, "You could not be fooling me, good fairy. Isn't it myself knows a fairy when I see one?"
He chuckled to himself. She should not be fooling John O'Day!
He opened one of the lovely books which Marjorie had sent him. He began to look at it. It was a beautiful book with colored pictures in it. It had grand pictures of cities in it.
There were pictures of Irish cities and French cities and American cities.