Whispering Smith
“And here’s to the hearts that it brings us!” exclaimed Dicksie.
“Fine!” cried McCloud. “‘Here’s to the hearts that it brings us!’”
Dicksie threw back her head and laughed with the others. Then Whispering Smith looked grave. “There is a difficulty,” said he, knitting his brows. “You have spoiled my song.”
“Oh, Mr. Smith, I hope not! Have I?”
“Your line is so much better than what I have that it makes my stuff sound cheap.”
“Oh, no, Gordon!” interposed McCloud. “You don’t see that one reason why Miss Dunning’s line sounds better than yours is owing to the differences in your voices. If she will repeat the chorus, finishing with her line, you will see the difference.”
“Miss Dunning, take the note-book,” begged Whispering Smith.
“And rise, of course,” suggested McCloud.
“Oh, the note-book! I shall be afraid to hold it. Where are the verses, Mr. Smith? Is this fine handwriting yours?
Then here’s to the bumper that proves every friend!
Isn’t that true?
And though when we drink it it wrings us,
—and it does sometimes!
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