“E—ah? Why, Tim Callaghan.”
“Ha! Tim Callaghan (writing), I shall certainly remember Tim Callaghan! I suppose, Tim, you are quite celebrated?”
“E—ah?”
“I suppose you are very well known?”
“Why, those that knowed me wanst, knows me agin,” quoth Tim Callaghan.
“I do believe so! I think I shall know you at all events. Who taught you to play the pipes?”
“One Tim Hartigan, of the county Clare.”
“Had he much trouble in teaching you?”
“He thrubble! I knows nothin’ ov his thrubble, but faix I well remimber me own! There is lumps in my head to this very day, from the onmarciful cracks he used to give it when I wint asthray.”
“Ha! ha! ha! Oh, poor fellow! Well, farewell, Tim Callaghan!—pleasant be your path through life; and may your fame spread through the thirty-two counties of green Erin, till you die surfeited with glory!”