Adam was resenting his guest's insistence upon the merits of his race by whistling "Yankee Doodle." Kenny stopped and smiled, and the whistle rang out fiercely.
"A good old Irish tune, that, Adam," he said languidly.

"It's 'All the way to Galway!' Funny how it came to be known as Yankee Doodle." In a fury of exasperation Adam propelled himself in his wheel-chair the length of the room and back.
"You damned bragging Irishman!" he hissed.

"I think you lie.

You're Irish and you hate to be outdone.

But I'll look it up." His spirit was unconquerable, his ingenuity persistent and amazing.
Often when the clash of wit was sharp he cackled in perverse delight.
But composure maddened him.