"Well, why on earth, Andy, do you come so often? Surely there is no need to come, unless you like it."
"Faix! I came this time lest yer 'an'r might feel lonely. I niver see a man yit be himself on top iv a hill that he didn't want a companion—iv some kind or another."
"Andy," I remarked, as I thought, rather cuttingly, "you judge life and men too much by your own experience. There are people and emotions which are quite out of your scope—far too high, or perhaps too low, for your psychic or intellectual grasp."
Andy was quite unabashed. He looked at me admiringly.
"It's a pity yer 'an'r isn't a mimber iv Parlyment. Shure, wid a flow iv language like that, ye could do anythin'!"
As satire was no use I thought I would draw him out on the subject of the fairies and pixies.
"I suppose you were looking for more fairies; the supply you had this morning was hardly enough to suit you, was it?"
"Begor, it's meself is not the only wan that does be lukin' for the fairies!" and he grinned.
"Well, I must say, Andy, you seem to have a good supply on hand. Indeed, it seems to me that if there were any more fairies to be located on this hill it would have to be enlarged, for it's pretty solid with them already, so far as I can gather."
"Augh! there's room for wan more! I'm tould there's wan missin' since ere yistherday."
