She wandered up and down;
And many a hill did Lucy climb,
But never reached the town.”
When she got to the verse—
“They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank,
And farther there were none!”—
Virginia exclaimed, “For mercy sake, if you must wail, do wail something cheerful and lively. ‘The Boy stood on the Burning Deck,’ for instance, would warm one up a bit, instead of that other shivery thing.”