Love, I know not when nor how;
Love, I know not when nor how. Only this,
Only this, only this, that once you loved me;
Only this, I love you now——"
"Rats!" called out a small voice from the lawn below.
Nathalie raised herself on her elbow, and peered through the railing.
"Larry, I am thunderstruck. What is the meaning of that weird expression?"
"Nathalie singing a love song," cried Larry, scampering about on the lawn. "Oh, what fun!"
"Larry," called Helen, coming out once more on to the veranda. "Where are Willie and Gladys? Why did you stay so long? I have been worrying about you."
"Oh, they're coming along. Now, don't you worry, Helen, 'cause we was all right. You don't need never to send Mary with us," he added eagerly, "'cause we wouldn't get drownded, nor nothing, really."