“Oh Cherry! I didn’t know you could sing like that!”
From moment to moment the mood of the music changed. Now the girl’s slender form was swaying to “It’s a Lovely Day Tomorrow,” the next she was bringing back for good old Jock’s sake a song loved by all those of twenty years before:
“There’s a long, long trail awinding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingale is singing
And the white moon beams.”
And then, springing to a place on the long piano bench she cried: “Now! Let’s all sing, Roll out the barrel.”
Long before this songfest was over Dave found himself bursting with a wonderful plan. No, it was not his war. But he could do his bit, couldn’t he? And he would.
When quite out of breath after her last rollicking song Cherry was led to her place by the fire, she exclaimed:
“Oh! It’s wonderful just to live!”