"And then you go and dine with him?" I said, mischievously.
"You shouldn't talk," Bruno hastily said; "it interrupts the song so."
I said I wouldn't do it again.
"I never talk myself when I'm singing," he went on, very gravely; "so you shouldn't either."
Then he tuned the bluebells once more, and sung:
"Hear, oh, hear! From far and near
A music stealing, ting, ting, ting!
Fairy bells adown the dells
Are merrily pealing, ting, ting, ting!
Welcoming our fairy king