There’s a—
“Oh, I can’t go on with this. I don’t know what happened! Somebody else finish it.”
“No; each must finish the song she begins. Wind that up, and then I’ll write my song,” said Marguerite.
So Hester wrote:
The Wandering Minstrel awakens, gives a scared look over her shoulder, and scurries back to her room.
“Oh, that’s no fair!” cried Marguerite, but Helen said:
“Yes, it is; I’ll be glad of a chance to vanish. Go on, Daisy.”
“You know I’m the Chaperon of this crowd,” said Marguerite, “and as such I’ll relate my woes.”
With some assistance from Nan, the rattlepated Chaperon composed her song:
THE CHAPERON’S SONG