thanks, Philippa....I should have known!

My grandmother was French, but orphaned as a young girl and sent to Chicago to live with an evil witch of an aunt, As soon as she could she ran away from the aunt and ended up living with a large and varied Irish family, the Walshes. Grandmother Walsh had seen the little people many, many times in the old country, and spoke of them often and with great conviction...a conviction that transfered itself to my grandmother, and from her to me.

Not bad luck to see them, but apparently very bad luck to BE seen by them, spying on them....best to hide in the ditch with the faery lights come dancing down the road....

Mudlark