It was a simple jest. He would not have deceived her for worlds. But that twinkle made him play with her. It made him write letters that read like fairy tales.
And sometimes he wrote verse like this:
Shaun was growing to be a tall boy now. He was tall and manly. But the Irish bloom was still on his face, with the smile of his country.
A very small girl came into the shop with her nurse. While the nurse talked to Pat O'Leary, the little miss came over and sat upon a stool by the side of Shaun O'Day.
He gave her his Irish smile. She gave him a friendly American smile.
She was a pretty, blond baby, with teeth as white as milk and eyes the brown of tree bark.
It was not long before the Irish lad was telling her the stories of his land. She sat spellbound while he talked of the fairies. He worked upon a shoe while he talked.
He told her about the leprechaun. And she thought he might be one, from the way he looked as he worked upon that shoe.
Then her nurse called, "Come, Marjorie. We must go!" Marjorie did not want to go. She stamped her little foot.
"Come, now," begged Nurse, "and to-morrow we will be coming back."
You see, Nurse was Irish, too, and she loved to talk with Pat O'Leary.
Marjorie could twine Nurse about her little finger and make her do as she wished. Marjorie could make almost everybody do as she wished, for she was sweet and pretty, and she had dimples.
But sometimes she was very stubborn and naughty. Then she did not look so pretty. Her dimple did not seem to be a fairy ripple when she was cross.
Marjorie and Nurse left the shop. All that day, Marjorie thought of the Irish lad's tales.
The next day they came again, and the next, and the next. Marjorie loved to go to the shop each day and listen to the tales of Shaun O'Day.
But one day a frightful thing happened. Marjorie's dimple was looking more like a smudge of dirt than like a fairy ripple.
It was evening. Marjorie heard the water running for her bath.
She stamped her foot at Nurse and cried, "I won't take a bath!"
When Nurse called to her that the bath was ready, Marjorie was nowhere to be found. She had run away from her home.
Marjorie ran to the shop of Pat O'Leary, straight to Shaun O'Day.
Shaun was surprised and shocked to see the little girl alone and at such a late hour. He was just starting off for his school.
Marjorie wanted the lad to tell her tales. But he shook his head.
"Sure, 'tis the wicked child you are, Miss Marjorie," he said. "And 'tis myself will carry you back to your home."
So saying, he picked her up under his arm and took her to her home. Imagine how surprised her parents were when they saw this sight at their door.
There was Shaun, the red-haired Irish lad, standing with their wee daughter tucked under his big arm. She was kicking and squealing like a little pig.
"Begging your pardon, sir," said Shaun to Marjorie's father, "I've brought you the young lady of the house!"
Marjorie was sent upstairs to bed. I do not know whether her mother spanked her, but I think she did not. Her mother spoiled her the way everyone else did.
Downstairs, Shaun told Marjorie's father how she had come to the shop. Her father asked Shaun to sit down. He liked the boy. He asked Shaun about his life. Marjorie's father wanted to know about Ireland, too. Shaun talked with his slow brogue. His blue eyes twinkled with the truth there was in them.
Marjorie's father asked Shaun, "Would you not like to change your home? Come and work for me in this house. I will have you taught the work of a butler, if you will come here and stay. You shall tell Marjorie tales every day."
You see, her father was another who wanted to do everything in the world for this little American Princess.
So it came about that Shaun changed his home and his work. He left the shop of Pat
O'Leary. And a letter came to Dawn O'Day in Ireland.
It said: "So here I am in the house of a fairy Princess. She did wave her wand, and I was brought to live here by her father. 'Tis a good man he is, too. And I love the baby Princess well and do be pleasing her with tales of old Ireland.
"I'm learning the trade of a butler. I'm after serving themselves out of golden goblets and glass plates the color of Ireland's green. The table shines with bright crystal and silver. The food is beautiful to look upon.
"Then the pay I do get is indeed grand. 'Tis all to be saved for our wedding day, mavourneen."
CHAPTER V THE FRIGHTENED GIANT
But occasionally the little girl liked to go where she would meet her friends.
On such a day Shaun and Marjorie were playing ball with the children in the park. They were throwing the ball to one another.