“Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high, and the snow come falling from the sky!”  Another swing with eyes closed shut; an explosion of magic; more screeching; more dancing; more shaking; more things falling as the room continued to come apart; all the while he sang and strolled his way to salvation. “She’s as sweet as apple pie an’ she’ll get her own lad by and by! And when she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her ma when she gets home!”