"Poor Tom is thinking of Ida," said the Professor, in a whisper to Toney, as Tom turned aside and furtively wiped away a tear that stood in his eye.
"How can he help thinking of her?" said Toney.
"And Rosabel?" said the Professor.
"Do you suppose," said Toney, "that I ever forget her? I am mirthful, for it does not become a true man to be moody and melancholy. But I never forget."
"Nor does it become one of the Funny Philosophers to sport with such feelings," said the Professor, visibly affected. "I do not forget Dora."
"Do you not?"
"No; though she has long since forgotten me," said the Professor, sadly.
"A song from Mr. Perch," exclaimed a voice in the crowd, and in plaintive tones the Long Green Boy gave utterance to the following melody:
Oh, give me now the heart that thou once stole away from me
When list'ning to thy treacherous vow beneath the greenwood tree;