"The lake is thatched with moonbeams!" And he thought of course of the legend of Killarney.
"'Twas a valley like this, Joan," he said, "all rich with fields and pastures of green and there in the heart of it always was the fairy fountain covered with a stone to keep the water from rushin' out.

And then came the knight." His eyes pleaded.

He was staging his legend and begging her to act.
"And then," said Joan smiling, "came the knight.

I think his eyes were Irish." "He saw a maid at the fountain," said Kenny, his eyes tender, "a maid with a pitcher and her skin was cream and her cheeks were rose and there were shadows of gold in her bronzy, nut-brown hair.

I'm sure she wore a quaint old gown of blue and silver." "Kenny!" "And he liked her," said Kenny stubbornly.