Celia: Ah, hurry didn't save the hare. (Sings
ironically as she prepares breakfast.) (Air, "Mo
Bhuachailin Buidhe.")
"Come in the evening or come in the morning,
Come when you're looked for or come without warning;
Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you
And the oftner you come here the more I'll adore you."
Conan: Give me up the tea-pot.
Celia: Best leave it on the coals awhile.
Conan: Give me up those eggs so. (Seizes them.)
Celia: You can take the tea-pot too if you are
calling for it. (Goes on singing mischievously as
she turns a cake.)
"I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you'll choose them,