Peg.—Whatever way he got it, it didn't turn into any little bits of slate, or if it did, they didn't stay in Shiana's pockets. He had them empty enough when he was getting the leather from Grey Dermot. He got the leather, and the wax, and the thread, and he turned toward home; and I promise you that the pride was taken out of him clean.
When he reached home, weary and worn-out and heavy-hearted, and when he saw the chair and the malvogue and the apple-tree, and thought of the three beautiful wishes that had been spoilt, a great bitterness and vexation and trouble of mind came upon him, so that he was not able to taste a grain of meal, nor an apple. He threw himself into the chair, for he was tired, and it was not long till he fell asleep.
The poor fellow spent the night there. When he opened his eyes the day was just breaking. The cold had almost gone through his heart. He was awake for a little time before he thought of the
