"Keep your boy at home," replied Constantine.
"Oh, you! If you'd been kept at home, they wouldn't have turned you out like a dog in the wrong kennel."
"Strike up," said Florian; and they sang:--
"Blithe let me be,
If 'tis but well with thee,
Although my youth and freshness
Must wither hopelessly.
"No streamlet on the hill-side
But finds its course to run;
But not a hand to open