The young folk had been “moping around” like draggled chickens on a wet day when the barn-door is shut. Then, at this juncture, Madge had burst upon the scene. She swam into the largest room, swirling round and round with a kind of waltz movement, to the accompaniment of her own gay voice as she sang:
“I said, ‘My dear, I’m glad!’
Said she, ‘I’m glad you’re glad!’
Said I, ‘I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad,
It is so very, very nice;
It makes it seem worth twice the price,
So glad you’re glad I’m glad!’”
With a gay laugh she had turned to the hostess, saying;
“Things want hustling a bit here, Miss Julie. Everyone is as glum as a whip-poor-will that is fixed up with the grippe.”