Dorothy declared she didn’t know any poem about the ocean, but she would sing “Sweet and Low” if they liked.
“Not too low, please,” Crullers said, eagerly, “or I won’t hear all the words away over here.”
“I declare, Crullers,” laughed Kate. “We should have nicknamed you Stubs, for if there’s a possible thing for you to stumble over, you do it.”
Polly recited her favorite, “The Chambered Nautilus,” and as she came to the last verse Mrs. Carey closed her eyes and smiled, her hand up to her face, as the grand old words rang out.
“Build thee more stately mansions, oh, my soul
As the swift seasons roll.
Leave thy low vaulted past,
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,