"Yes, jewel; but take care and don't draw blood," said she. "Ah, Fin! don't, my bully--don't." "He's coming," said Fin; "I see him below Dungannon." "Thank goodness, dear! an' who is it, avick? Glory be to God!" "That baste, Cucullin," replied Fin; "and how to manage I don't know. If I run away, I am disgraced; and I know that sooner or later I must meet him, for my thumb tells me so." "When will he be here?" said she. "To-morrow, about two o'clock," replied Fin, with a groan. "Well, my bully, don't be cast down," said Oonagh; "depend on me, and maybe I'll bring you better out of this scrape than ever you could bring yourself, by your rule o' thumb." This quieted Fin's heart very much, for he knew that Oonagh was hand and glove with the fairies; and, indeed, to tell the truth, she was supposed to be a fairy herself. If she was, however, she must have been a kind-hearted one, for, by all accounts, she never did anything but good in the neighbourhood. Now it so happened that Oonagh had a sister named Granua, living opposite them, on the very top of Cullamore, which I have mentioned already, and this Granua was quite as powerful as herself. The beautiful valley that lies between them is not more than about three or four miles broad, so that of a summer's evening, Granua and Oonagh were able to hold many an agreeable conversation across it, from the one hill-top to the other. Upon this occasion Oonagh resolved to consult her sister as to what was best to be done in the difficulty that surrounded them. "Granua," said she, "are you at home?" "No," said the other; "I'm picking bilberries in Althadhawan" (_Anglicé_, the Devil's Glen). "Well," said Oonagh, "get up to the top of Cullamore, look about you, and then tell us what you see." "Very well," replied Granua; after a few minutes, "I am there now." "What do you see?" asked the other. "Goodness be about us!" exclaimed Granua, "I see the biggest giant that ever was known coming up from Dungannon." "Ay," said Oonagh, "there's our difficulty. That giant is the great Cucullin; and he's now commin' up to leather Fin. What's to be done?" "I'll call to him," she replied, "to come up to Cullamore and refresh himself, and maybe that will give you and Fin time to think of some plan to get yourselves out of the scrape. But," she proceeded, "I'm short of butter, having in the house only half-a-dozen firkins, and as I'm to have a few giants and giantesses to spend the evenin' with me, I'd feel thankful, Oonagh, if you'd throw me up fifteen or sixteen tubs, or the largest miscaun you have got, and you'll oblige me very much." "I'll do that with a heart and a-half," replied Oonagh; "and, indeed, Granua, I feel myself under great obligations to you for your kindness in keeping him off of us till we see what can be done; for what would become of us all if anything happened Fin, poor man."