sang Judy, whose residence abroad had made her familiar with many folk-songs.
Sie kämmt es mit gold'nem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;"
"—Anne, you have the loveliest hair," she interrupted her song to say.
But Anne was tired. "I don't think that the Lorelei was very nice," she said, "to make men drown themselves just because she wants to comb her hair on a rock—"
"She didn't care," said Judy, sagely. "The men didn't have to let their old boats be wrecked."
"But her voice was so wonderful they just had to follow—"
"No, they didn't," declared Judy. "You just ask your grandmother. She says nobody has to go where they don't want to go, and I think she is right, and if those sailors had sailed away the minute they heard the Lorelei begin to sing they would have been safe."
"Well, maybe they would," agreed Anne, hastily, for Judy had stopped work to talk. "Judy, I shall fall off this rock if you don't finish pretty soon."
"All right, Annekins, just one minute," and Judy dashed in a drowning sailor or two, fluffed the heroine's hair into entrancing curliness, added a few extra rays to the sparkling comb, and held up the sketch.
"There," she said, triumphantly.