"You're a sweet little thing anyway," said Hamil, "even if you do fall down in Bridge as well as otherwise—"
"Shiela! You told Garret!"
"Cunning child," said Hamil; "make her dance the baby-dance, Shiela!" And he and her sister and brother seized her unwilling hands and compelled her to turn round and round, while they chanted in unison:
"Cissy's Bridge is falling down,
Falling down,
Falling down,
Cissy's gown is falling down,
My
Fair
Lady!"
"Garry, stop it!... It's only an excuse to hold Shiela's hand—"
But Shiela recited very gravely:
"Father's in Manhattan town,
Hunting up our money;
Philip's in the music-room,
Calling Cis his honey;
Cissy's sprinting through the hall,
Trying to be funny—"
"I won't dance!" cried Cecile. But they sang insultingly:
"Rock-a-by Cissy!
Philip will slop!
Cissy is angry,
For Philip won't stop."
"If dresses are stepped upon,
Something will fall,
Down will come petticoat, Cissy, and all!"