re to play you a few extracts
from my repertoire. I can play to suit all tastes from a simple
country ballad to a concerto by Brahms or the great Russian composer
Tschaikouski.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[Openmouthed.]

Them Rooshians has the tarr'ble names!

TRAMP.

Firstly I shall play that touching little ballad I heard Monsieur here
warble so sweetly as we rolled homeward on his chariot. If I play he
accompanies me with voice. Ne'st ce pas, Monsieur?

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[Nervously.]

Is your mother out Ellen?

ELLEN.

She's lookin' after the hens I think. She won't hear you.

[William John Granahan starts singing
two verses of a folk song, the tramp
accompanying meanwhile with fiddle,
always putting in an extra flourish.
The rest all join, even the grandfather
beats time with a stick. The door opens
and Mrs. Granahan appears seemingly
astonished at the uproar. All
suddenly cease singing and try to appear
innocent, except the tramp, who
goes on playing. He suddenly notices
the cessation.]

TRAMP.

Bravo. A most exquisite little air and beautifully rendered.

[He stops short on seeing Mrs. Granahan
who stands glaring at him arms akimbo.]

Your pardon madam. You are the mistress I take it of this most noble
and hospitable house.

MRS. GRANAHAN.

[Ignoring him and going to centre of
floor where she looks angrily at
William John Granahan who endeavours
to appear unconcerned.]

You should be well ashamed of yourself William John Granahan. What
will they say about you in the Session I wonner next Sabbath day.
D'you think my house is a home for all the dirt and scum of the
country side?

TRAMP.

Your pardon madam. You owe me an apology. Appearances belie me but
scum I am not. I was at one time the well known and justly famous
leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String--

MRS. GRANAHAN.

Wind and string fiddl