“Yes!”
“That,” she said, “will be delightful!”
And as she spoke, through the trees the Lodge appeared in sight, and to them drifted a fragment of the boatman’s song—
“—Till I go forth and bring it home,
And enter and close my door—
Row along, row along home, ci, ci!”
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:
—Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected.