Another pause—
‘Crying, Hey, Lackaday!
The ice will give way,
And we shall fall in——’
He pulled off his boots; and finished:
‘If Miss Earle they’d not met
They’d be standing there yet.’
‘Pretty poor,’ cried Julian.
‘Oh, I think it’s awfully good,’ said Judith.
Charlie bowed, and said:
‘I can do more like that.’
‘Go on, then.’
‘Not now. Pouf! I’m tired.’