of the world, and I'll be
wife to no man but him,' says she.

"So she calls in the sons of Usnach, though the old woman is scared to
have her, and she tells Naisi she's going to marry him.

"And Naisi says, says he, `I'll never be one to refuse a lady, but
there'll be murder the day Conchubar finds it out!' says he.

"So they went away that same night, and the old woman fair distraught
with fear. Soon along comes Conchubar to see Deirdre, for to marry her.
And he had many men with him. When he finds Deirdre gone, `It's that
Naisi,' says he, `that stole her away.' And he cursed him. And all his
men and himself went out for to chase Naisi and his two brothers. But
they never caught up with them at all for ten years, and Naisi and
Deirdre living all the time as happy as two birds in the springtime."

"No fighting at all yet," said Dennis, "and ten years gone by. Musha,
indeed, 'tis not much of a tale at all."

"There was fighting enough when the years were up," Eileen said. "The
men of Conchubar pursued them up hill and down dale, and when they
finally caught them, there was fighting that made the ground red with
the blood spilled.

"And when Naisi and his brothers were all caught together, and Conchubar
was after killing them, sure, didn't Deirdre put an end to herself
entirely, and the four of them were buried together in one grave."

"But however will we play it at all?" said Larry.

"Listen, now," said Eileen. "I'll be Deirdre, of course. You can just
be Naisi, Larry, and Dennis can be Conchubar, and he after us, and we
running as fast as ever we can, to get away from him. You must give us
a start, Dennis."

CHAPTER EIGHT.

"DIDDY."

Larry and Eileen took hold of hands, and began running as fast as they
could. They jumped from one tuft of grass to another. Dennis came
splashing through the puddles after them. He had almost caught them,
when all of a sudden, Larry stopped and listened.

"What's that now?" he said. Eileen and Dennis listened too. They heard
a faint squealing sound.

They looked all around. There was nothing in sight but the brown bog,
and the stones, and the blue hills far beyond. They were a little bit
scared.

"Do you suppose it might be a Leprechaun?" Eileen whispered.

"'Tis a tapping noise they make; not a crying noise at all," Larry
answered.

"Maybe it's a Banshee," Dennis said. "They do be crying about sometimes
before somebody is going to die."

"'T