Herminie Templeton

“ Ye naded a joult or two to make ye appreciate how well off ye wor before."
"Well, small thanks to ye for your present, King. If a man nades throuble he don't have to go thrampin' round all night lookin' for it with the loikes of you."
"You are like all the rest of the worruld, Darby O'Gill. You never appreciate what you have till you lose it. A man spinds his happiest days, grunting and groaning, but tin years afther they 're over an' gone, he says to himself, 'Oh, wer' n't thim the happy, happy times?' If I take away the toothache will ye be raisonably happy, Darby? ”

“ Meanwhile old Dan'l would not be comforted, but was fretting, and whimpering, like a child three years old.
"Come away, come away, King," urged Darby hoarsely. "When Bridget an' the childher are in the churchyard I want to lie with them. Yez may keep the he-licks-her, King. I want none of it."
"I thought so. Now for your second wish," said the King.
The words were n't out of his mouth till Darby found himself standing with the fairy in the window recess of a large, and brilliantly lighted bedroom in Killgobbin Castle. Soft, moss-green carpets an inch thick covered the floor. ”

“ Malachi's back stiffened immediately, and with quick switches of his tail he swept the hearthstone where he sat.
"Oh, I know ye don't like the Good People, me lad! and you may have ye 're raisons. But you must admit that the little man has never failed to bring us some token for Christmas since first I met him. Though to tell the truth," he added, a sudden scowl furrowing his face, "for a man who has the whole wurruld in his pocket the Fairy gives— Oh, be the powers, Malachi! ”

“ The old King reeled and almost fell off the stool.
"Be the four fires of Fingal, Darby O'Gill, if you don't flog the worruld. But go on man alive what 'll ye be wantin' next?"
"Well afther that, if it's not too much throuble, ye may make me as comfortable an' as well off as the rich Lord Killgobbin." By putting the wish this way Darby cleverly avoided a direct request for riches. ”

“ You 'll find the jug of potteen snug be the dure, avick, and all the happiness any mortal man's entitled to waiting for ye beyant the thrashol'—an' that's nothing more nor less than peace and plenty, and a warm-hearted, clear-headed woman for a wife and eight of the purtiest childher in the country of Tipperary. Go in to thim. Don't be fretting yourself any more over aymayaginary throubles; for as sure as ye do, the toothache 'll take a hammer or two at your gooms just to kape ye swate-minded an' cheerful. ”

“ Darby turned a disappointed face to the Master of the Fairies. "Thanks be we 're unvisible. King. I would n't have that leg of Killgobbin's for all the money in the four provinces."
"Bah! Everybody's bread is butthered with trouble to about the same thickness. This is the ashes of foine living. His lordship 'd thrade his castle an' all his grandeur for your pair of legs. But you 've seen only his gout. The rale botherin' trouble is comin' up the stairs now." Even as the King spoke. Darby heard the rustle of a lady's dress upon the landing. ”

“ I won't break me wurrud on that score."
"Crouched moody and silent before his own smoky hearth."
So great and so sudden was the offer that for a moment Darby's mind floundered helplessly. Meekly subsiding to his stool again he peered from under anxious brows, and asked doubtingly, "Do you mane it, King?" The King frowned. "I do mane it; but the consequences 'll be on your own sore head."
Darby thoughtfully regarded the fairy. Then putting the poker carefully back in the corner said:
"Don't be vexed with me, King agra; sure I 've lots of throuble. I'm a very onhappy man. ”

“ I mane no, sir."
"Me son's in conspiracy with the docthor — —"
"Yes, sir" (bang, bang, bang) .
"Take that! Beef tay and dhry toast. I have n't had a meal fit for a dog in six weeks; six weeks, d 'ye hear me, ye sniveling rapscallion?" ”