"This is putting the baby to sleep," said Concelio, beginning to sing in her own tongue, the while she touched a few minor chords of the guitar:
[H]Alo-o-o-o-o-o-o-a!
Swinging in the trees,
Swinging with the breeze,
Baby, go to sleep.
Away, you naughty flies,
Don't sting my baby's eyes.
She must sleep—sleep.
Alo-o-o-o-o-o-o-a!
"That tune would put anybody to sleep," said Nellie; "but it is pretty."