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“But I’ve a good memory, Mully, and I
wish I could remember about that, for it’s so
important.”

“Think no more of it. Don’t trouble your
head, me darlint. Sure, what’s done is done
and it’s too late now!”

Professor Allen and the tailor had by this
time stopped their usual argument, each con-
vinced that he had had the best of it.

“Now then, Little General,’ said the former,
“we're waiting for the singing to begin.
Couldn’t you start a tune for us?”

It was the rule and had been from the first
to end the day with songs.

‘“°Tis yourself should begin,” said Mary.
“T’ll do my part when it comes to the hymns,
for ’tis them I know best.”

There might be a dozen campfires burning
and a small company round each, but when
some voice was lifted up in a popular song from
all directions a hearty response would come,
and the sweet old melodies floating among the
shadows of the forest cheered every lonely
heart.

The same old tunes were sung night after
night. Such lively ones as “Vilkins, his Dinah,”

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