And the quartet here struck up:—
"Oh, she walks on de veranda,
And she laughs out of de door,
And she dances like de sunshine
Across de parlor floor.
Her little feet, dey patter,
Like de rain upon de flowers;
And her laugh is like sweet waters,
Through all de summer hours!"
"Dulcimer has had help from some of the muses along there!" said Clayton, looking at Anne.