“Why not?”
“Oi fear Oi’d have another attack of the neuraligy. Shtand up, me darlint—sthand up and look into me eyes. You remind me av Kate Kearney. Did ye iver hear of Kate Kearney?”
Then he sang:
“Oh, did yez not hear of Kate Kearney?
She lives on the banks of Killarney;
From the glance av her eye shun danger and fly,
For fatal’s the glance of Kate Kearney.”
“Oh, you’re a perfectly lovely singer!” exclaimed Maggie, rising with clasped hands. “You have the most beautiful voice!”
“Indade Oi have,” agreed Pat. “Unfortunately thot’s the ownly thing beautiful about me. Oi can sing loike a birrud.”
At this moment there was a slight rattling amid the pans beneath the sink.