From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strands,
she sang, as she peeled the potatoes—
Where Africa's sunny fount—
"Come, Mary alanna, and scour the knives, sure an' I forgot them at noon to-day.
-tains
Flow down their crimson sands;
From many an ancient river
And many a sandy—
Put a dhrop more wather in the kittle Tommy—don't ye hear it spittin'?"
-plain
They call us to deliver—
Here a shout sounded outside, and Bugsey came tumbling in and said he thought he had seen Pearlie coming away down the road across the track, whereupon Danny cried so uproariously that Bugsey, like the gentleman he was, withdrew his statement, or at least modified it by saying it might be Pearlie and it might not.
But it was Pearl, sure enough, and Danny had the pleasure of giving the alarm, beating on the window, maudlin with happiness, while Pearl said good-bye to Tom Motherwell, who had brought her home. Tommy and Bugsey and Patsey waited giggling just inside the door, while Mary and Mrs. Watson went out to greet her.
Pearl was in at last, kissing every little last Watson, forgetting she had done Tommy and doing him over again; with Danny holding tightly to her skirt through it all, everybody talking at once.