"Do you suppose it was really the work of giants, children?"
"Indade, whatever else could it be, sir? No common man could do it."
"No one knows; no one knows," said the schoolmaster, thoughtfully. "But come, let us join in the songs. We know more about them."
How sweet and clear the voices sounded, as the favourite tunes of Ireland rang through the farmhouse.
Then came fairy stories and jokes, and the party broke up just as the little wooden clock on the mantel struck the hour of midnight.
CHAPTER VII.
FAIRIES
"Wake up, me darlint. You have been dozing by the fire long enough," said Norah's father.