“You ought to learn more.”
“I can play more,” said Phil, “but I know not the words.”
“Then play some tunes.”
Thereupon the little Italian struck up “Yankee Doodle,” which he played with spirit and evident enjoyment.
“Do you know the name of that?” asked Henry.
Phil shook his head.
“It is ‘Yankee Doodle.’”
Phil tried to pronounce it, but the words in his mouth had a droll sound, and made them laugh.
“How old are you?” asked Henry.
“Twelve years.”