Hodge came out and stopped at Frank’s side.
“Jove, Merry!” he exclaimed, “this is fine! I’m glad we came.”
“So am I,” said Frank, softly. “Hush!”
He was listening to the music. It stirred a responsive chord in his soul.
“Beautiful!” he whispered, as the last sweet strains died away.
“Come,” said Hodge, brusquely. “Don’t get sentimental, old man. Let’s take a stroll together.”
“Wait. They are going to play again.”
The musicians played “O Promise Me,” and again Frank was thrilled. As they played, Merry softly sang:
“O promise me that some day you and I
Will take our love together to some sky——”