"Listen," said Mrs. Cregeen to the child. "Pity the poor sailors at sea."
"Didn't Mona say Danny was at sea?"
"Yes, she was saying so."
Then the little one sang:
"In Jorby curragh they dwell alone
By dark peat bogs, where the willows moan,
Down in a gloomy and lonely glen—"
"Mammy, had Danny any father?"
"Everybody had a father, my veen."
"Had Ruby a father?"