And all the little souls gone home
Each to its place in kingdom come—
The Lord and me, we'll set and—well,
We'll set around and talk a spell
About some woman's tears.”
CHAPTER XXI—SUSANNAH AND RAM NAD
THE deck of the Violetta had resumed its ordinary domestic look. True, no Dolores lay on the carpet, no Georgiana pecked and scratched in the scuppers. At some distance apart on his rug, his basket behind him, in deep abstraction, sat Ram Nad.