“They plucked the stars out of the blue, dear, Gave them to you, dear, For eyes...”
How expressively he sang those words! Missy became troubled. Of course Romance was beautiful but those things belonged in ancient times. You wouldn't want things like that right in your own family, especially when Uncle Charlie already had a broken big toe...
She forgot that the music was beautiful, the night bewitching; she even forgot to listen to what Raleigh was saying, till he leaned forward and demanded irately:
“Say! you haven't gone to sleep, have you?”
Missy gave a start, blinked, and looked self-conscious.
“Oh, excuse me,” she murmured. “I guess I was sort of dreaming.”
Mr. Saunders, overhearing, glanced up at her.
“The spell of moon and music, fair maid?” he asked. And, though he smiled, she didn't feel that he was making fun of her.
Again that quaint language! A knight of old might have talked that way! But Missy, just now, was doubtful as to whether a knight in the flesh was entirely desirable.
It was with rather confused emotions that, after the visitors had departed and she had told Aunt Isabel good night, Missy went up to the little white-painted, cretonne-draped room. Life was interesting, but sometimes it got very queer.