"Now?" She looked up at her godfather, gaily insistent.
And Colonel Crayfield, with an air of amused capitulation, sang in a good bass voice that was not so very rusty:
"I gave my love a little rose,
A little rose of red and white,
Because her colour comes and goes
Whene'er I dawn upon her sight.
I gave my love a little key,
A little key of yellow gold,
Because she locks her sweets from me,
And will not her dear heart unfold.