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Rh on a pebbly shore. Then, in the same clear, sweet tenor that had fascinated the child before,  he began to sing the quaint little lullaby,—

When he had finished, he turned away from the piano with a laugh.

“There!” he said, as he rested his hand on Fred’s shoulder. “I know boys like nonsense songs, and what could be more appropriate than  this charming little Dutch one, after the hint  you gave us with that alarm clock? Washburn, we’ve made a disgracefully long call, and we ought to have left Miss Carter in peace long  ago.”

“Oh, Mr. Muir, don’t stop!” urged Bess.