“The nearest they ever came to it was when Ali Baba was learning to ride a wheel and he ran into a barrel of tar pitch within half an hour of four o’clock! Come on, sweetheart, we can begin planning furniture.”
Thurley lingered near an old tombstone with the engraving:
Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
“I love a graveyard,” she said pensively. “I like to sing in one.”
“Sing for me now.” Dan was anxious to comply with her slightest wish.
“This is a queer one to sing, up here,” she answered, beginning,
The ship goes sailing down the bay,