yes, I believe you were glad Of the holiday, It's
I! Do you wish, now you're here, You were miles away? Peggy: My
true. Confess! Ruddy: Why it drove me half mad I could
pet! I'd die! Ruddy: Can you trust to me, dear, To be
find, I swear, No plan Of life, Peggy: Was it really so bad? Did you
always true Through life? Peggy: I can; All my doubts disappear As I
really care? My man! Ruddy: My Wife! There's
cling to you, Ruddy: My wife! Peggy: My man! The
