And wishing you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell.
Refrain:
Strike the bell now, second mate, and send the watch below,
Look away to windward and you’ll see it’s going to blow.
Look in the glass and you’ll find it as well,
And a-wishing you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!
The song ended, the peanut bag was emptied, and the crackers all gone, when the Medric came to glide up close to the float-stage. The passengers jumped off and rushed up to the bungalow calling for Mose.
“Supper most ready, Mose? We’re all as hungry as wolves!” cried each and every one of the young Islanders; but Anna exchanged looks with Mrs. Remington, who shook her head over the ever-recurrent question: “Are the stomachs of young people lined with a metal that never wears out?”