And I turned to the padre and asked, “Isn’t that splendid? Isn’t that
fine?”
While we were waiting to begin the meeting, I said, “Boys, we must have
another.”
“One of the same sort?” they shouted.
“Of course,” was my reply. And they sang “Who’s your lady friend?” and
when they had sung that, I called out, “Boys, we will have one more.
What shall it be?”
“One of yours, sir.”