“What is that?” asked Peggy.
“You must say part of that rollicking verse over again; I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Oh no; please don’t ask me.”
“Do, do, please say a little bit of it over again. I am perfectly mad about it. Just those queer sounds at the end, you know—‘Ha! ha! ha! ha!’”
Peggy laughed, then she said quickly:
“Ha! ha! ha! ha!
Tol, lol, zid—ziddle—quee—quee—bah! bah!
Fizzigigiggidy—psha! sha! sha!”
“Oh, Peggy, how you say it! And how could any man ever think of anything so funny?”
“It is rather funny,” said Peggy. “Perhaps it is scarcely fair of me to choose those verses for my recitation; and, do you know, I haven’t a single copy of them, I just remembered them. They’ve been so often repeated to me by my grandad, when he was alive, and afterwards by the O’Flynns, I just know them by heart. Suppose I were to forget!”