Of course he could not read it, but he found something else with the letter which he kissed. It was the picture of his girl fairy. She had left it there.
And now John O'Day knew that she had come and gone.
IT WAS THE PICTURE OF HIS GIRL FAIRY
Thought he, "She did not know the little figure in the red petticoat was her friend Shauneen! No; she did not notice this little girl at all, at all. Fairies do not be speaking to little girls."
She had gone. But she had left behind her the picture of a girl fairy. She had left that picture on a flat rock.
And she had left it, too, in the Irish heart of John O'Day, who had the dreams of his country.
Marjorie will always remember the little boy. She will go back to America and always remember the boy who called her a good fairy. She will try really to be a good fairy because of that.
She will not think so much about herself any more. But she will try to give pleasure to others because of the pleasure she finds in doing it.
And as John O'Day grows older, perhaps he will find out the truth about Marjorie. But he will always be wanting to believe that she was a girl fairy, even if he finds that she was not.