‘I’m sure you’d like to hear it. “I’ll sing you songs of Araby,”’ he said.
‘But I don’t care about Araby.’
‘You really must listen. Come, now, do hear.’
And he began waving his arms to and fro, roaring:
‘When moonlight o’er the azure seas
In soft effulgence swells!’
But he sang it to the tune of the moonlight sonata.
The Princess did not wait to hear. She put her fingers in her ears, and ran off as fast as she could; but still she heard the burden:
‘Ah, Angeline! ah, lady mine!’