"What are you laughing at?" he asked.
"Do ye know what Tom Moore wrote about Friendship?"
"No."
"Shall I tell ye?" excitedly.
"Do."
"See if anywan's comin' first." As he looked around the room and outside the door to detect the advent of an intruder Peg sat at the piano and played very softly the prelude to an old Irish song.
As Jerry walked back he said surprisedly: "Oh! so you play?"
Peg nodded laughingly.
"Afther a fashion. Me father taught me. Me aunt can't bear it. An' the teacher in the house said it was DREADFUL and that I must play scales for two years more before I thry a tune. She said I had no ear."
Jerry laughed as he replied: "I think they're very pretty."