"Old England (cheerfully). Get out, you humbug! You learn only words of one syllable.
"Young Ireland (laughs heartily). You may say that it is mostly wureds of one sillibil.
"Old England. Can you write?
"Young Ireland, Not yet. Things comes by deegrays.
"Old England. Can you cipher?
"Young Ireland (very quickly). Whaat's that?
"Old England. Can you make figures?
"Young Ireland. I can make a nought, which is not asy, being roond.
"Old England. I say, old boy! Wasn't it you I saw on Sunday morning in the Hall, in a soldier's cap? You know!—In a soldier's cap?
"Young Ireland (cogitating deeply). Was it a very good cap?