But then, he also welcomed the warmth of those fires, as being a banjo player, he'd been left out in the cold so many times during his unfulfilled life on earth, forever wandering from pub to pub, trying to fit in with the other musicians, none of whom were banjo pickers. Oh, yes, those fires wouldn't bother him a bit.

"Granfer! Did the banjo player really meet the Divil and go to hell?", little Bridgett asked.

"Sure and tis' me own granfer was 'im!", replied her grandfather.

"An', what about me, Granfer", cried Colin, "Shall I go to hell since I'm learnin' the banjo, too? Is this banjo yer granfer's?"

"Ah, me boyo", the Grandfather began, "Anither story is wotch'er askin' for is it? Well and good, here ya go, 'tis time fer bed and all. A wee bit more surely won't bring the divil down amangst us this night. Settle in now and I'll tell ya anither!"