You might have been on the stage! she applauded him.
I don't do it very well.
Where did you learn?
He laughed. You'd never guess. <A couple of white fellows at college taught me. Sometimes I think that's how I got my degree.
It's nice here in the Park, isn't it?
I love it. Resuming his coat, he seated himself beside her and closed his palm over her hand.
How many days is it that we've been coming here together?
It must be several weeks, but every time seems like the first time to me.
Mary began to sing softly:
Seems lak to me,
I jes' can't help but sigh,
Seems lak to me,
A tear stays in my eye,
Seems lak to me,
I doan know what to do,
Seems lak to me,
Dat everything wants you,
Since you went away.
I jes' can't help but sigh,
Seems lak to me,
A tear stays in my eye,
Seems lak to me,
I doan know what to do,
Seems lak to me,
Dat everything wants you,
Since you went away.
That's a good tune, but a bad sentiment. I'm not going away.
I'm not going away either, said Mary, so you won't have any occasion to sing it. I wonder if you would, she mused aloud.
