Ramsey made a pleading gesture.
"Why, what can you expect," asked her friend; "not 'Bounding Billow'?"
Ramsey, laughing, could only repeat the gesture. The swivel pealed, down sank the burgee, a wind began to ruffle their brows, and up rolled the song:
"Come, smilin' 'Lindy Lowe, whah de sea ships come an' go,
On de finess boat dat eveh float," etc.
It was still coming up when a young man not of the Gilmore group surprised the actor a moment aside.
"Mr. Gilmore, is that Commodore Hayle over there?... I thought it must be. I suppose he's going up home to settle his two sons' affairs. Mr. Gilmore, they wan't bad, they were only wild. Sad, their having to be buried in the city. But in this climate, you know—hmm!—yes."
The song and his observations crossed back and forth.
"Come, smilin' 'Lindy Lowe, you'd ought to come befo'"—
(Chorus)