“Again, O love, through peaceful hills
To lift the song.
Again the willing labor sweet,
The toil, the rest;
Once more, O love, we turn with hopeful hearts
To home and rest!
“Fräulein”—she broke off abruptly in an imitation of Professor Schmidt’s voice and manner—“Fräulein, dot ist most luffly. Only ven you say ‘Vonce more, O luff,’ you should droop your eyes, Fräulein, shoost like dot!”
Olive watched her cousin wonderingly.
“Zee Dameron,” she said gravely, “I sometimes wonder whether you are not acting all the time.”
“Please don’t, please don’t say that.” And there was a sad note in Zelda’s voice. “But now let us go down and run over these charming classics of Herr Schmidt’s on the piano. We can shift his characters, if he can’t!”