“Smiles to-day Make smiles to-morrow; Smiles will banish Bogey Sorrow. Smiles will help us Over stiles, Making life Just miles of Smiles! Then hold tight, and see what happens. Ta-ta!” Trembling with excitement, the children hastened to carry out the instructions of Mr. Atom. Tibbs and Kiddiwee fetched the sword of the Samurai, and laid it upon the steps of the old Japanese Lantern. Coppertop picked up her beautiful wings very tenderly, shedding a tear or two unseen, and placed them--the wings, not the tears--upon the Samurai’s sword, to which they at once became attached, and commenced to quiver with life! Feeling that something most magical was about to happen, Coppertop and her brothers seated themselves upon the sword--their legs hanging over the blunt side--and commenced to sing: “Smiles to-day Make Smiles to-morrow.” At this, the sword of the Samurai quivered violently, and then rose several feet into the air-- “Smiles will banish Bogey Sorrow.” continued the children, hardly able to sing for excitement. They felt that they were in for another wonderful trip. “Smiles will help us Over stiles.” And now the wings began to beat, and the sword moved forward-- “Making life Just miles of Smiles!” shouted the children. At these last words the sword of the Samurai shot forward at lightning speed with its precious burden, and never stopped till they arrived at the Emerald Isle. CHAPTER XXIV. BIDDY-BE-SURE, THE IRISH WITCH It was raining. It sometimes dies in the Emerald Isle; but the country looked wonderfully green and fresh and beautiful. It somehow reminded Coppertop of a lovely lady, a lady who was weeping, always weeping, yet smiling at times at her own tears; a lady with great, tragic, blue eyes and black lashes, which weeping could not spoil. When the children arrived upon the magic sword, at the cabin of Biddy-be-sure, they were surprised to hear a good-natured voice from within saying-- “Come in! Come in, me dears!” “She seems to expect us!” cried Coppertop. “Witches are always like that!” explained Tibbs; “they can see right through walls and things without using their eyes.” As soon as they were inside the cabin, Biddy-be-sure rushed forward to greet them. But she was so very ugly that they shrank from her in fear. “Sure,” she cried, wondering at their evident dislike to being embraced, “sure and Oi’ll give ye a kiss each,” and she came forward with her lips pursed up. “Oh! I--I think we really must be going,” cried Coppertop, backing to the door. “Would ye be after lavin’ me the momint ye arrive?” said Biddy, looking very crestfallen. “Sure, ye moight jist as well ’ave gone before ye came!” “It’s the Blarney Stone ye’ve come to kiss,” she added, peering at them sharply, “and not poor ould Biddy-be-sure, ye’ll be after sayin’. But ye can’t go into the Castle atall, atall, these toimes, unless Oi help ye.” “And it’s moighty dangerous!” she warned.