"'Llo! little boy"--just like himself. That seemed to set her singing again:--
"Low and high,
In the lake or the sky;
High and low,
In the crystal snow."
Then she stopped.
"Is there any more to it?" asked Marmaduke. "Oh, yes, one could go on forever"
"On the church spire,
Or in the fire;
On the wavelet's tip,
Or the mast of a ship;
In the shining gem
Over Bethlehem;
In the little cradle,
With the ox in the stable,
A baby fair
It was brightest there!"
"Now is that all of it?" Marmaduke asked her.
"Oh, there's lots more, but I'll sing just the last part for tonight"--and she told him the end:
"And in Mother's eyes,
Just as bright as the skies."
Marmaduke thought she was right in the last part of the song, anyway. Of course, he didn't understand exactly what it was all about, but it was a very pretty song, and he would think it over in the morning. But then his curiosity got the better of him.
"What did you come down here for?"