It was a famous meeting-place for the fairies, this haunt at the foot
of the mountain by the stream, for the Little Folk from the heather
above used nightly to foregather in the meadow with the Little Folk
from the woodland below, and there they danced the long night through
among the shamrocks. But although Nora had heard about the fairies
from her grandmother, who sat all day tending the peat fire, and
something more about them from her mother when of an evening after
supper she had time to speak to Nora of herself when she was a girl,
yet Nora had never in all her life set eyes upon one of these feasters
of the forest. For the fairies, mind you, come only to two kinds of
folk, to those who believe in them and to those who need them. Now
Nora believed in the fairies all right, all right, but she had never
been in need of them until now, at this time that I'm telling ye of.
Now this same Nora was one of these lasses that is a wee bit gloomery.
And ye don't know what this same gloomery is? Well, she was at times
hindered by a rainy mornin' disposition. So it was plain enough to the
fairies that she was in some need of them.
One day Nora went into the deep of the wildwood a few steps below her
mother's cottage to a trysting-place where she often resorted when she
had the time from her daily duties.
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