"And we're singing 'Lindy' again!" said Mrs. Gilmore.
Gideon, busy talking a few seats away, talked straight on, but a cloud on his brow showed now that he had heard the song the earlier time. Every one tried hard to listen to him and the melody with the same ears. Under the table somebody's toe had no better manners than gently to beat time.
LVIII
'LINDY LOWE
[Listen to a midi file of this music]
Come, smilin' 'Lindy Lowe, teef whiteh dan de snow,
On de finess boat dat eveh float,
In de O—hi—o,