Why shouldn't I have them all to myself?"
"Faith, they may well say, the richer you get, the harder the heart.
You always were a neighborly lad, Donald. You wouldn't wish to keep
the luck all to yourself?"
"True for you, Hudden, though it's a bad example you set me. But I'll
not be thinking of old times. There is plenty for all there, so come
along with me."
Off they trudged, with a light heart and an eager step. When they came
to the Brown Lake the sky was full of little white clouds, and, if the
sky was full, the lake was as full.
"Ah, now, look! there they are!" cried Donald as he pointed to the
clouds in the lake.
"Where? where?" cried Hudden, and "Don't be greedy!" cried Dudden, as
he jumped his hardest to be up first with the fat cattle. But if he
jumped first, Hudden wasn't long behind.
They never came back. Maybe they got too fat, like the cattle. As for
Donald O'Neary, he had cattle and sheep all his days to his heart's
content.
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CONNLA OF THE GOLDEN HAIR AND THE FAIRY MAIDEN
ADAPTED BY PATRICK WESTON JOYCE
Connla of the Golden Hair was the son of Conn the Hundred-fighter. One
day as he stood with his father on the royal Hill of Usna, he saw a
lady a little way off, very beautiful, and dressed in strange attire.
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