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think I’m ridiculous. Or else they don’t believe in me.’
    â€˜Who doesn’t believe in you?’
    â€˜Oh, you know – people. Children nowadays are only interested in the ozone layer and computer games. Leprechauns are just too old-fashioned for them. And grown-ups gave upbelieving in leprechauns years ago. It’s no fun being a leprechaun if you can’t annoy people. And you can’t if they don’t believe in you. I mean, look at you. You’re not even interested in my crock of gold.’
    â€˜But you said you hadn’t got a crock of gold,’ said Phoebe.
    â€˜No. But if I had, you wouldn’t want it anyway. There’s no fun in not giving people your crock of gold if they don’t want it in the first place.’
    â€˜We’re a right pair, aren’t we?’ said Phoebe with a smile. ‘You want to be bigger, and I want to be smaller.’
    Just then, Phoebe’s brother called her for her lunch. It was tuna-fish sandwiches today, her very favourite,and caramel pudding with cream to follow, so she didn’t want to be late.

    â€˜Look,’ she whispered. ‘Do you wantto sit here moping under this ragwort for the rest of your life, or would you like to come home with me?’
    Laurence’s heart gave a little jump. Go away with a human child! It sounded just the chance he needed to become part of the human world.
    â€˜Oh very well,’ he said coolly, ‘I haven’t got anything special on today. I suppose I could give it a try.’
    So Phoebe scooped him up and dropped him into her pocket, and ran off home to lunch.
    Laurence settled in very nicely in Phoebe’s room. At first, he wasn’t too keen on her suggestion that he should live in her doll’s house. He didn’t like the idea of needing a specially smallplace for himself. He was still hoping to become a proper human being some day.
    â€˜There’s always my sock drawer,’ suggested Phoebe.

    But Laurence kept getting lost in the sock drawer, and the fluff from the socks made him sneeze. So in the end hehad to settle for the doll’s house after all.
    â€˜Don’t tell anyone I’m here,’ he warned Phoebe.
    â€˜What? You mean, it has to be a secret ? But I want to show you to my friends. They’ve never met a leprechaun.’
    â€˜And they never will!’ Laurence screamed, stamping his foot. ‘Never! I’m not having a lot of humings staring at me and asking for my crock of gold. Never! Do you hear? Never ! Never !’
    Phoebe was startled. He really was a nasty little fellow. Should she send him back to the buachallán field right now? What was the point in having your own leprechaun if you couldn’t show him off?
    Still, it might be fun. Maybe she couldput up with his bad temper for a while anyway.
    â€˜Keep your hair on,’ she said. ‘Mum’s the word.’

CHAPTER TWO
A Cool Dude
    â€˜I really must do something about my wardrobe,’ said Laurence one day, after he had been living with Phoebe for about a week.
    â€˜What’s wrong with it?’ asked Phoebe, peering into the bedroom of the doll’s house and opening the door of the tiny wardrobe.
    â€˜No, not that wardrobe, you amadán ,’ said Laurence. ‘I mean my clothes.’
    â€˜Well, why didn’t you say so?’
    â€˜I’m just practising using longer words in English,’ Laurence explained. ‘You know, I’ve had these clothes for three hundred years,’ he went on. ‘I think it’s really time I had some new ones. They’re getting a bit tatty.’

    â€˜Green jacket, red cap, white owl’s feather.’ Phoebe looked him up and down. ‘And pointy shoes with big shiny buckles. Very nice, but a bit on the shabby side, I agree. And perhaps just a teeny bit old-fashioned. But I haven’t got any doll’s clothes in your size, I’m afraid, and besides all