"They are mostly exiles of Erin that have drifted back into barbarism," cried the Sunburst.
"Yes, that's the place," said Harry. "I've heard travelers tell of it. I believe it's put down in the latest gazetteer."
Poor Logan looked like a stifling man, but before he could launch his reply the long-drawn tones of a rival troubadour invaded the apartment. Once more the four roysterers rushed to the window.
"It's a dago!"
"Ahoy!" they signaled, waving their hands.
"Open the door for him, Indigo," cried Harry.
"Did you ever hear tell o' such savages, Archie?" whispered the piper to his son; "that had no enlightenment on the name o' bonnie Scotland, which is famous wherever valor and minstrelsy are honored."
"They maun be jestin', daddy."
"Jestin'? Tut, tut! Whaur's the jest?"
"Presto bellisimo, Paganini," cried the four youths, each rushing to the door and welcoming the organ-grinder, with a warm shake-hands. The Italian smiled profusely and doffed his cap, his monkey climbing to the organ top and imitating him in every gesture.