"I object to hypocrites," she said dignifiedly.
"I wonder how they found out we are Irish?" pondered Molly.
"I suppose it was just an odd coincidence—their singing 'Rory O'More,' and then they found out by our brogues!" laughed Nell.
It was that same evening that, fired by "Rory O'More," they left their toys and trooped down to the cold drawing-room and sang and played. Sheila Pat, leaving the room for something, found Herr Schmidt on the mat outside the door, listening.
"I lof ze music so much!" he excused himself hurriedly. "It was so beautiful—the lovely voices—full of music! You will pardon me, Fräulein?"
Sheila Pat bowed.
"With the greatest pleasure. Please come in."
Later on he begged them to use his piano any time they wished.
"We must finish packing the hospital toys to-night!" said Nell, and sped up the stairs.
A few minutes later Ted came in.