. The Phynodderree, and other legends of the Isle of Man . NE summer evening Kitty was seated as usual under the shadeof the fuchsia trees at the cottage door, her delicate fingersbusy with the yarn, while her spinning-wheel whirled roundand round with a pleasant and homely hum, its treadleworked with the prettiest little foot in the island. OldKerruish had gone to the DOONEY-MOOAR, the great man ofthe parish of Ballaugh, to carry home some work he had justcompleted, and Kitty was singing to herself a sweet, plaintive air, whileawaiting his return. Pausing in her song, she turned her head, the
. The Phynodderree, and other legends of the Isle of Man . NE summer evening Kitty was seated as usual under the shadeof the fuchsia trees at the cottage door, her delicate fingersbusy with the yarn, while her spinning-wheel whirled roundand round with a pleasant and homely hum, its treadleworked with the prettiest little foot in the island. OldKerruish had gone to the DOONEY-MOOAR, the great man ofthe parish of Ballaugh, to carry home some work he had justcompleted, and Kitty was singing to herself a sweet, plaintive air, whileawaiting his return. Pausing in her song, she turned her head, the better to listen for theold mans footsteps as he came up the glen, when she suddenly saw,standing beside her, what she took to be a little child. Her first impres-sion was that it was one of neighbour Mylreas children, who had wan-dered up the glen from the valley below, having come up the course ofthe stream, as the little ones frequently did, in search of trout, which theyhad a dexterous and somewhat unorthodox method of catching, by means 8 THE PHYNO
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