“What’s the joke?” inquired Jim.
But Clara only laughed the harder until they became a little alarmed.
“No, I’m not hysterical,” she said, when she could speak. “I only happened to remember what tune it was the orchestra played. I suppose it was the first thing the leader thought of, and he didn’t have time to pick out another. Do you remember what it was?”
They cudgeled their brains, but could not recall it.
“What was it?” asked Jim.
“‘There’ll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town To-night!’”