Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.”
“Lovely! Lovely!” cried the girls.
“I don’t know that tune,” said Laura Hilton, who had a sweet little voice of her own with a bird-like note and was ever in search of songs that would fit it. “I know the words, Herrick’s, aren’t they? But the tune is different from any I have ever heard.”
“It has a kind of teasing quality,” said Alora.
“The tune is my own,” declared the singer.
“Then you can write music too!” cried Irene. This was surely a remarkable person for her to take an unreasonable dislike to.
“Not write it—just sing it. I don’t know one note from the other except by ear,” answered Mrs. Markle still busily embroidering.