Now his fine voice was softly singing, and Flossie held her breath.
"Under thy window, my little lady,
Under thy window, Flossie dear,
Here where the moonbeams softly flicker,
Sing I this song that you may hear.
"Moonlight, and starlight weave enchantment,
Yet shall my song your freedom bring,
You shall be happy little lady,
Give me your love for the song I sing."
"Oh, Uncle Harry, you have it now!" cried Flossie. "I love you, when you're singing, and all the time."
"I know that, dear little girl, but I must have my fun, so I came here to sing the song I made for you," he said gently.
"Well, you're dear," she cried, "and I'll throw you a kiss," and she did, reaching far out of the window that he might surely see her.
"I caught it!" he cried, and as he turned toward the porch, she heard him softly strumming the prelude again.
Others had heard the pretty song, for Dorothy and Nancy had a room next to Flossie's.
The next morning he was coaxed and teased to sing the song again, but he declared that he could only sing it in the moonlight, that the daylight would spoil its effect.
The sunny days sped on wings, and soon the guests began to think of turning homeward.
Mrs. Dainty's party and the Barnets were to leave the hotel at the same time, and Dorothy, Nancy, and Flossie were delighted that they were to take the return trip together.