"Oh, there was a little boy and his name was Bo,"
he sang softly, remembering their first meeting.
"Went out into the woods when the moon was low,"
added the Bear, strumming lightly the strings of the violin.
"And he met an Old Bear that was hungry for a snack,
And the folks are still awaiting for Bosephus to come back."
they continued together in a half whisper.
"Ratio," said the little boy, confidentially, "did you really intend to—to have me—you know, Ratio—for—for supper until I taught you the tune? Did you, Ratio?"
Horatio gazed away across a broad cane field, where the first streak of sunrise was beginning to show.
"For the boy became the teacher of the kind and gentle creature
Who could play upon the fiddle in a very skilful way,"
he sang dreamily, and then both together once more:—