As for Toonie, he went on right over the top of Drundle Head, keeping his eyes well to the right; but never a fairy did he see.

Toonie could not understand what the old fellow meant, and he could not speak to him.

Toonie, when his second failure came home to him, was quite vexed with himself for his folly and mismanagement.

When her husband did not return, Toonie's wife became a kind of a widow.