Cork was reached at last, and Mollie could hardly sleep nights after going about the city in the daytime and seeing the strange sights.
When her uncle had gone away on the big steamer, she went with her father and mother into some of the mills and factories. She saw glass spun into beautiful shapes, woollen cloths woven by huge machines, and many other things made as if by magic.
"Sure, it seems as if these big wheels must be turned by the fairies," she said to Norah, as she told her little friend of what she had seen.
It was all very interesting, but Norah liked best of all to hear of Mollie's visit to Blarney Castle. She asked her to repeat it over and over again.
MOLLIE AND HER FATHER VISIT BLARNEY CASTLE.
Not far away from Cork is the busy little town of Blarney. And a little way out from Blarney is an old, old castle which is visited by people from all over the world.
Did you ever hear of the Blarney Stone? Or did you ever hear one person say to another, who has made a very polite or flattering speech, "Well, well, I think you must have kissed the Blarney Stone?"
Perhaps you did not understand the reason for such a remark. Now you shall hear it.
If you ever climb to the top of the walls of Blarney Castle and look down over the walls on the outside, you will see a certain stone.