the worruld! Who are you and how came you here?”
Then Darby up and tould the whole story.
When he had finished, the King looked sayrious. “I’m glad you came, an’ I’m sorry you came,” he says “If we had put our charm on you outside to bring you in you’d never die till the ind of the worruld, when we here must all go to hell. But,” he added, quickly, “there’s no use in worrying about that now. That’s nayther here nor there! Those willing to come with us can’t come at all, at all; and here you are of your own free act and will. Howsomever, you’re here, and we darn’t let you go outside to tell others of what you have seen, and so give us a bad name about—about taking things, you know. We’ll make you as comfortable as we can; and so you won’t worry about Bridget and the childher, I’ll have a goold sovereign left with them every day of their lives. But I wish we had comeither on you," he says, with a sigh, “for it’s aisy to see you’re great company. Now, come up to my place and have a noggin of punch for friendship’s sake,” says he.
That’s how Darby O’Gill began his six months’ stay with the Good People. Not a thing was left undone
