“I never heerd them tunes,” replied his guest.

“Do yer know ‘Nancy Lee’?” “Not I, bei Gott!”

“Nor ‘Mary Ann’?” “Nein” (very haughtily).

“The ‘Spanish Dona’—the ‘Monastery Bells’?”

“Gott’s dammerwetter! Himmelspotzen—nein!”

“Wall, now, whar did ye learn? My darter Sue

Goes to Miss Lynch’s, and she knows ’em all,

An’ plays ’em all by heart right straight along.

I never thought her no great shakes, and yet

She’s clean ahead of you.” A gloomy pause