K.: Ah! maybe it was—I'm not sure. He was about fifteen inches high. He was very friendly. It is likely he slept on the dresser at night. When the boys at the public-house were full of porter, they used to come to the house to look at him, and they would laugh to see him but I never let them hurt him. They said I would be made up, that he would bring me some riches, but I never got them. We had a cage here, I wish I had put him in it, I might have kept him till I was made up.
Mrs. K.: It was a cage we had for a thrush. We thought of putting him into it, but he would not have been able to stand in it.
K.: I'm sorry I didn't keep him—I thought sometimes to bring him into Dublin to sell him.
Mrs. K.: You wouldn't have got him there.
K.: One day I saw another of the kind not far from the house, but more like a girl and the clothes greyer than his clothes, that were red. And that evening when I was sitting beside the fire with the Missus I told her about it, and the little lad that was sitting on the dresser called out, "That's Geoffrey-a-wee that's coming for me," and he jumped down and went out of the door and I never saw him again. I thought it was a girl I saw, but Geoffrey wouldn't be the name of a girl, would it?
He had never spoken before that time. Somehow I think that he liked me better than the Missus. I used to feed him with bread and milk.
Mrs. K.: I was afraid of him—I was afraid to go near him, I thought he might scratch my eyes out—I used to leave bread and milk for him but I would go away while he was eating it.
K.: I used to feed him with a spoon, I would put the spoon to his mouth.
Mrs. K.: He was fresh-looking at the first, but after a while he got an old look, a sort of wrinkled look.