"Oh, about as high as your knee.

I saw one once--in Carntogher Woods.

And as I sat there, half asleep, in Yolara's garden, the living spit of him stepped out from one of those bushes, twirling a little shillalah.
"'It's a tight box ye're gettin' in, Larry avick,' said he, 'but don't ye be downhearted, lad.' "'I'm carrying on,' said I, 'but you're a long way from Ireland,' I said, or thought I did.
"'Ye've a lot o' friends there,' he answered.

'An' where the heart rests the feet are swift to follow.

Not that I'm sayin' I'd like to live here, Larry,' said he.
"'I know where my heart is now,' I told him.