LOVE AMONG THE HOLLYHOCKS.
Did you never hear a mountain love song? This is the song he sang:
"Oh, when she saw me coming she rung her hands and cried,
She said I was the prettiest thing that ever lived or died.
Oh, run along home Miss Nancy, get along home Miss Nancy,
Run along home Miss Nancy, down in Rockinham."
The birds inclined their heads to listen to his song as it died away on the drowsy summer air.
That night I slept in a mansion; but I "closed my eyes on garnished rooms to dream of meadows and clover blooms," and love among the hollyhocks. And while I dreamed I was serenaded by a band of mosquitoes. This is the song they sang: