Helen. Like the Gulf Stream.
Miss James. And I seriously doubt, Miss Moore, if that was your brother Willie.
Ida. Don't you worry.
Charlotte. I see Madge has found the old lyric mamma loves. Read it, Madge, two lines at a time, and we will sing it to the tune of "What fairylike music steals over the sea."[1]
"What fairylike music steals over the sea,
Entrancing the senses with charm'd melody?
'Tis the voice of the mermaid, that floats o'er the main,
As she mingles her song with the gondolier's strain.
'Tis the voice of the mermaid, that floats o'er the main,
As she mingles her song with the gondolier's strain."
[Madge reads, and the others sing.]
When we have the entertainment, we'll let this be the last thing on the programme.