There was a young woman whose name was Mary Scannell lived with her husband not many years ago at caste Martyr one day in harvest time she saw a little Changeling she went with several more in binding up the wheat and left her child who was a little girl who was called Rosie which she was nursing in a corner of the field quite safe as she thought wrapped in her cloak then a little fairy had appeared in front of her she was called Dorothy when she had finished her work