Kindly disposed fairies often take great pleasure in assisting those who treat them with proper respect, and as the favors always take a practical form, there is sometimes a business value in the show of reverence for them. There was Barney Noonan, of the County Leitrim, for instance, "An’ sorra a betther boy was in the county than Barney. He’d work as reg’lar as a pump, an’ liked a bit av divarshun as well as annybody when he’d time for it, that wasn’t aften, to be sure, but small blame to him, for he wasn’t rich be no manner o’ manes. He’d a power av ragârd av the good people, an’ when he wint be the rath beyant his field, he’d pull aff his caubeen an’ take the dudheen out av his mouth, as p’lite as a dancin’ masther, an’ say, ’God save ye, ladies an’ gintlemen,’ that the good people always heard though they niver showed thimselves to him. He’d a bit o’ bog, that the hay was on, an’ afther cuttin’ it, he left it for to dhry, an’ the sun come out beautiful an’ in a day or so the hay was as dhry as powdher an’ ready to put away. "So Barney was goin’ to put it up, but, it bein’ the day av the fair, he thought he’d take the calf an’ sell it, an’ so he did, an’ comin’ up wid the boys, he stayed over his time, bein’ hindhered wid dhrinkin’ an’ dancin’ an’ palaverin’ at the gurls, so it was afther dark when he got home an’ the night as black as a crow, the clouds gatherin’ on the tops av the mountains like avil sper’ts an’ crapin’ down into the glens like disthroyin’ angels, an’ the wind howlin’ like tin thousand Banshees, but Barney didn’t mind it all wan copper, bein’ glorified wid the dhrink he’d had. So the hay niver enthered the head av him, but in he wint an’ tumbled in bed an’ was shnorin’ like a horse in two minnits, for he was a bach’ler, God bless him, an’ had no wife to gosther him an’ ax him where he’d been, an’ phat he’d been at, an’ make him tell a hunderd lies about not gettin’ home afore. So it came on to thunder an’ lighten like as all the avil daymons in the univarse were fightin’ wid cannons in the shky, an’ by an’ by there was a clap loud enough to shplit yer skull an’ Barney woke up. "’Tattheration to me,’ says he to himself, ’it’s goin’ for to rain an’ me hay on the ground. Phat ’ll I do?’ says he. "So he rowled over on the bed an’ looked out av a crack for to see if it was ralely rainin’. An’ there was the biggest crowd he iver seen av little men an’ wimmin. They’d built a row o’ fires from the cow-house to the bog an’ were comin’ in a shtring like the cows goin’ home, aitch wan wid his two arrums full o’ hay. Some were in the cow-house, resayvin’ the hay; some were in the field, rakin’ the hay together; an’ some were shtandin’ wid their hands in their pockets beways they were the bosses, tellin’ the rest for to make haste. An’ so they did, for every wan run like he was afther goin’ for the docther, an’ brought a load an’ hurried back for more.