Cloaked and muffled and gloved and spurred.
Gee! Wasn’t Peter a wise old bird?”
“Any more?” demanded Ducky, highly diverted.
“Yes; here’s a pacing tune. They say,” added Neighbor absently, “they say, back in Maryland and Virginia, that old King James Fifth wrote this song—allowing for some expurgating and change o’ names—Albuquerque for Edinburgh—to give it local color. Hark!
“Oh, when I got to Albuquerque I taken down my sign—
Tirra-la-la, tirra-la-la, lay!
Oh, when I gat to Albuquerque I taken down my sign,
For they’re all educated there in the riding line—
Ti-ri-laddy and a ti-ri-lay!”
Here Neighbor brought his tilted chair back to level, removed his clasped hands from the back of his head, and shook off his dreamy expression.