Inimitable (in his delightful way). What a nice old fellow you are. I am very fond of little boys.
Young Ireland. Air yer? Ye'r right.
Inimitable. What do you learn, old fellow?
Young Ireland (very intent on Inimitable, and always childish, except in his brogue). I lairn wureds of three sillibils, and wureds of two sillibils, and wureds of one sillibil.
Inimitable (gaily). Get out, you humbug! You learn only words of one syllable.
Young Ireland (laughs heartily). You may say that it is mostly wureds of one sillibil.
Inimitable. Can you write?
Young Ireland. Not yet. Things comes by deegrays.
Inimitable. Can you cipher?
Young Ireland (very quickly). Wha'at's that?