How the prima donna laughed!
“Louis, he thinks you are my father, when you are my twin brother! It’s delicious.”
“It may be for you, but not for me,” he grimly answered, though scarcely less pleased than she over the pointed compliment to her.
Addressing Mike, the lady said:
“You have a wonderfully fine tenor voice: do you know that, Mike?”
“I do now, since yersilf has told me, though ye make me blush.”
“Yes, Miss; I’m on me way to jine me dad and mither, which the same live in the State of Maine, of which I suppose yersilf has heerd.”
“Have you had any instruction in music or the cultivation of your voice?”
“The only insthrumint on which I can play is the jewsharp, and folks that hear me always kindly requists me to have done as soon as I begin. As to me v’ice, the cultivation I’ve resaved has been in shouting at the cows when they wint astray or at the pigs whin they broke out of the stye.”