“That’s good, my boy. Come, tell me now; and what is Christmas Day?”
The ready answer bared a fact no bishop ever knew—
“It’s the day before the races out at Tangmalangaloo.”
THE ALTAR-BOY
Now McEvoy was altar-boy
As long as I remember;
He was, bedad, a crabbéd lad,
And sixty come December.
Faith, no one dared to “interfare”
In things the which concernin’