Beside the blue waters that slumber so fair,
Each bird in the meadow your name will be calling,
And every sweet rose-bud will look for you there.”
She paused, her fingers still straying over the keys, and Larry took up the song:
“In morning and evening for you I am sighing,
The heart in my bosom is yours evermore,
I’ll watch for you, darling, when daylight is dying,
Sweet rose of Killarney, Mavourneen asthore.”
She arose and slowly turned toward him. Her face was rosy, her eyes shining with a light that was good to see.
He advanced half way, then paused, his arms outstretched. She understood, on the instant, and came the remainder of the way; then the strong arms were around her and he had kissed her upon the lips.