Tim O'Daly was an under-gamekeeper upon Lord Powerscourt's estate, and lived in a nice comfortable cottage, near the Dargle. He had a tidy, thrifty, good-tempered wife, and half a dozen fine, hearty boys and girls--the eldest nearly young men and women. Tim, himself, was honest and industrious, and very much trusted by his master, and yet he was not a happy man. He was _discontented_, because he was poor, and obliged to work for a living. He longed for wealth and ease--to see his wife ride in her carriage, and to make his sons and daughters gentlemen and ladies. In short, he thought that riches were all that was needed to put the O'Dalys where they deserved to be in the world, and make them great and happy. So much did he think of these things, that he was always on the look-out for the _Clericaune_, determined, if ever he should see him, to catch him, and make him deliver up his treasure. One evening, as he was going home through the Dargle, he sat down on a mossy stone, and fell to thinking of his hard lot, and wondering what Providence had against the O'Dalys, that he had not been made a lord, or at least, a rich squire. All at once, he heard the click, click, of the _Clericaune's_ little hammer on his lapstone! He rose softly--parted the bushes, and there sat the wee brogue-maker, busily at work. The next moment, Tim had him fast in his fist, and fast he held him, till the elf showed him where his treasure was hid. Then, after loading himself with gold and jewels, he set the fairy free, and went home dancing and singing in a very strange and indecorous way. The news and the treasure he brought set his sober family wild with joy. They had a great feast and dance over it--all to themselves, for they were grown too grand to associate with their poor neighbors. Then Tim went and bought a castle, a real old castle, from an impoverished lord--with fine furniture, pictures, horses, hounds, plate, wines, whiskey, and a famous Banshee, who lived in an old turret, especially built for her accommodation.