You're afraid they'll sing----"
Ramsey made a pleading gesture.
"Why, what can you expect," asked her friend; "not 'Bounding Billow'?"
Ramsey, laughing, could only repeat the gesture. The swivel pealed, down
sank the burgee, a wind began to ruffle their brows, and up rolled the
song:
"Come, smilin' 'Lindy Lowe, whah de sea ships come an' go,
On de finess boat dat eveh float," etc.
It was still coming up when a young man not of the Gilmore group
surprised the actor a moment aside.
"Mr. Gilmore, is that Commodore Hayle over there?... I thought it must
be. I suppose he's going up home to settle his two sons' affairs. Mr.
Gilmore, they wan't bad, they were only wild. Sad, their having to be
buried in the city. But in this climate, you know--hmm!--yes."
The song and his observations crossed back and forth.
"Come, smilin' 'Lindy Lowe, you'd ought to come befo'"--
(Chorus.)
"You don't remember me, Mr. Gilmore, but I was on the _Votaress_ with
you and your lady and Madame Hayle and those twins and all. I married
the young lady I was keeping company with then. There she is. Don't you
re-collect my lending you my field-glass at the Devil's Elbow?"
"Dear me! was that you at the devil's elbow! I--I hope I returned them.
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