And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul.
And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.
Their little jaws dropped!
Their little eyes distended!
Their little ears stood erect!
They fairly bristled with an intense attention.
You said the last word, of the last line.
Then—absolute, unbroken—Silence!
Finally—but without another word—you reached
down, patted the youngest one on his wet curly Locks.