Chapter 23

'Mud cabins swarm in

This place so charming,

With sailor garments

Hung out to dry;

And each abode is

Snug and commodious,

With pigs melodious

In their straw-built sty.'

Father Prout.

'"Did the Irish elves ever explain themselves to you, Red Rose?"

'"I can't say that they did," said the English Elf. "You can't call it a