Patrick may surely do as he likes with his own house.

The most conspicuous steeple in the place, that of St.Ann, Shandon's, is actually red two sides and white the others, 'Parti-colored, like the people, Red and white stands Shandon steeple.' and there it is before us," said Lucy.
The tower loomed from a low, unpretentious church.

The two visitors drove up the hill, stopped the horse while they looked at the tower and heard the bells strike the hour.
"What Father Prout could see in such commonplace things to inspire him to write his fine poem, I can not understand," said Lucy.

"There is a peculiar jingle in his lines which stays with one.

Listen: "'With deep affectation and recollection I often think of the Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in days of childhood Fling round my cradle their magic spells-- On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork of thee With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee.'" Lucy read the four stanzas.
"It's fine," agreed Chester; "and I think I can answer your question of a moment ago.