"Sailing, sailing over the stormy sea,"
"The second line is just the same and ought to end in B"
"Full many a stormy wind shall blow o-o-oh when"
"Jack comes home—again!"
Thus ended Helen, and as a song "Sailing" was considered a first-rate joke.
"Now," said Margaret, in a plain everyday speaking voice, "I'm not going to spoil my 'Little Jack,' with any such parody as that. I'm going to recite him."
"Hear! Hear!" ordered Captain Mae.
"I'm not sure I can recall all of it, but it's a pretty story—so—"
"Yes, Margy, a story is better than a song, tell it," begged Louise, settling down deeper in the leather cushions.
"But I may have to hum it, to get in rhyme," soliloquized the narrator.