"But it was a lovely story, Margy, if bald in spots," commented Cleo. "What's the chorus?"
Again Margaret started, this time in tune:
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"Singing eylie—heevie ho!
Eylie heevie ho!
Send the wheel around say we!
While gayly blows the breeze,
That takes us o'er the seas!
Singing eylie, heevie, eylie heevie ho!"
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"Hurrah! Hurray! Hurroo!" called Louise. "That's all right for a sea story, Margaret, and we'll have to make a line of it in our Log. But poor little Kitty didn't fare so well. See it was a boy, 'they kissed him with joy,'" she explained. "Being a girl poor Kitty was just dumped."
"Oh, yes, one more line," persisted Margaret:
"Then we names him Little Jack, and kissing he don't lack!"
Needless to say what happened to Margaret at that!
Then, to give the Westbrook girls the full benefit of their information, the story of Kitty was told in detail, and even these young ladies confessed to a keen interest in the mystery of Luna Land.