(Love me for ever!)
All March began with
April’s endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me
Quenching June’s fever.
(Love me for ever!)”
Then Margaret sang a song from “James Lee’s Wife”; and so the hours flew by, and Dallington arose to leave.
“Ann Johnson will be angry with me, and think that I belong more to what she calls ‘the great Metrollops’ than to the country, if I keep such late hours,” he said. But Mr. Harris wanted some music of another kind, and an hour was spent in sacred songs and solos. At last John wondered what his mother would say to him, and felt that he must not linger longer. The old man, whose dreams were of long ago, enjoyed the evening almost as much as the young folks did; and he discreetly gave them a few minutes alone after supper; and this was John’s opportunity.