Mac Cann regarded him indulgently from a cloud of smoke:
"It wasn't as good as the other ones," he remarked, "but that's not your fault, and you're young into the bargain."
"He is not as young as he looks," remarked Finaun.
"A good story has to be about ordinary things," continued Patsy, "but there isn't anybody could tell what your story was about."
Billy the Music here broke in:
"The person I would have liked to hear more of is Cuchulain, for he is my own guardian angel and it's him I'm interested in. The next time I meet him I'll ask him questions."
He glanced around the circle:
"Is there anybody would like to hear a tune on the concertina? I have it by my hand here, and the evening is before us."
"You can play it for us the next time we meet," said Patsy, "for we are all tired listening to the stories, and you are tired yourself."
He lifted to his feet then and yawned heartily with his arms at full stretch and his fists clenched: